[Atem could have taken his opportunity to bolt them. He could have seen that Ryou was fighting the compulsion within him, and decided that it was noble, or that he was, in any way, cared for.
But instead, he stayed in place, and antagonized someone he had once swore he cared about more than anyone else.
Instead of leaving when given an opportunity, he finds it prudent to be the cause of Ryou Bakura's suffering, and not for the first time this month. He acts as if he's not blaming Ryou, of course, like he actually believes it. Maybe he does believe it.
Maybe he buys his own bullshit.
But Ryou doesn't. Ryou sees it for what it is, and as he drives his fangs in harder, spilling more blood into his mouth to satisfy the rage building, he bristles all the more. The shadows aura he keeps tight to his body roils like a stoked flame, until finally, he pulls back, and with his own blood driipping down his chin, he growls out--]
Even if I feel like eating your heart now, to try and fix mine...I won't.
I'm better than you think I am.
I'm better than you could ever expect me to be. Even if...this place makes me a monster...even if it makes me hurt more than other people...
[He has to go. He won't be able to stop himself, soon. The haze is in his lungs, his chest, his bones and muscles, every single nerve.]
I can't ever be as much of a monster as you've been, these past few weeks.
My friends didn't leave me. But you did.
[And with that, he backs off, panting and bloody. Tybolt...he's doing this for Tybolt. He can't touch that lion, he won't. The lion cub never made him angry.
...And deep down, past all the rage...he can't hurt Atem either. He refuses, no matter how much he's been hurt, to turn it back on the man he loves. Even if his words are ugly and spiteful, he can't bring himself to harm Atem otherwise.]
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But instead, he stayed in place, and antagonized someone he had once swore he cared about more than anyone else.
Instead of leaving when given an opportunity, he finds it prudent to be the cause of Ryou Bakura's suffering, and not for the first time this month. He acts as if he's not blaming Ryou, of course, like he actually believes it. Maybe he does believe it.
Maybe he buys his own bullshit.
But Ryou doesn't. Ryou sees it for what it is, and as he drives his fangs in harder, spilling more blood into his mouth to satisfy the rage building, he bristles all the more. The shadows aura he keeps tight to his body roils like a stoked flame, until finally, he pulls back, and with his own blood driipping down his chin, he growls out--]
Even if I feel like eating your heart now, to try and fix mine...I won't.
I'm better than you think I am.
I'm better than you could ever expect me to be. Even if...this place makes me a monster...even if it makes me hurt more than other people...
[He has to go. He won't be able to stop himself, soon. The haze is in his lungs, his chest, his bones and muscles, every single nerve.]
I can't ever be as much of a monster as you've been, these past few weeks.
My friends didn't leave me. But you did.
[And with that, he backs off, panting and bloody. Tybolt...he's doing this for Tybolt. He can't touch that lion, he won't. The lion cub never made him angry.
...And deep down, past all the rage...he can't hurt Atem either. He refuses, no matter how much he's been hurt, to turn it back on the man he loves. Even if his words are ugly and spiteful, he can't bring himself to harm Atem otherwise.]