[Ryou feels like his skin's vibrating, as if there's something cold gripping his heart. Atem will no doubt feel him shivering.]
He told me what he knew, and my mind filled in the rest. It didn't want to, or I would have remembered before Mr. Holmes pressed the matter, wouldn't I? This isn't the first time it's happened, and I just--it's been so long, that...I never thought it would again.
I wish She had taken this memory from me...!
[His neck aches.
His eyes feel as if they're clouding over, running over with black ichor, a dark ooze that reaches from within his body and tries to push Norman away, to claw, to do something at all so that he won't kill Ryou.
Ryou's caught in that memory, but in the here and now, his face really is spilling out inky black shadows. They slither out from his eyes, his ears, even his mouth, scrabbling against Atem's shoulders, formless in most spots, though there's teeth and eyes the further they extend out. Even the shadows are distressed, the eyes scrunched in fear, the little maws frowning.
Ryou speaks, and the words are thick like water in his mouth. He can taste it as the chainsaw fish tear him apart and the lake closes in.]
N-Norman Osborn was a pillar of the community. That's what he'll be remembered for...r-right?
cw; vague drowning metaphors, gross shadow goop
[Ryou feels like his skin's vibrating, as if there's something cold gripping his heart. Atem will no doubt feel him shivering.]
He told me what he knew, and my mind filled in the rest. It didn't want to, or I would have remembered before Mr. Holmes pressed the matter, wouldn't I? This isn't the first time it's happened, and I just--it's been so long, that...I never thought it would again.
I wish She had taken this memory from me...!
[His neck aches.
His eyes feel as if they're clouding over, running over with black ichor, a dark ooze that reaches from within his body and tries to push Norman away, to claw, to do something at all so that he won't kill Ryou.
Ryou's caught in that memory, but in the here and now, his face really is spilling out inky black shadows. They slither out from his eyes, his ears, even his mouth, scrabbling against Atem's shoulders, formless in most spots, though there's teeth and eyes the further they extend out. Even the shadows are distressed, the eyes scrunched in fear, the little maws frowning.
Ryou speaks, and the words are thick like water in his mouth. He can taste it as the chainsaw fish tear him apart and the lake closes in.]
N-Norman Osborn was a pillar of the community. That's what he'll be remembered for...r-right?