"The Fog loves her children"? What a bullshit line.
Dark, rumbling thoughts push into Atem's brain, making some of his snakes hood and hiss. He's taken his feelings about this specific incident and wrapped them up in all his anger and hate and put the unbalanced scale, the red ledger, away on a high-up shelf. He'll pull them out again when he needs them, since right now, they won't serve him or Ryou. What Atem needs is to be a comfort, to keep Ryou from sinking into his own memories, the way it's so terribly easy to do.
Sometimes, things slip through. Here and there, a snake will twitch, flaring its hood, making an angry little sss sss. The furious radio-static is turned down, not gone. Until this is settled, until Atem does something, it'll feel like his bones are disjointed, like he's heard a riff of music with the last note left off and can't get it out of his head, like pins and needles in his mind.
But he's trying. When Atem realizes Ryou's talking about his snakes, some of the more present ones look at one another, then back at Ryou.]
I'm here.
[Not chasing a much-stronger-than-him upperclassman on his own territory, disappearing into the night to lure them into a dangerous game. He's staying.]
We can talk, if you want...or I can help you back down, and you can try to get some sleep, until help arrives.
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"The Fog loves her children"? What a bullshit line.
Dark, rumbling thoughts push into Atem's brain, making some of his snakes hood and hiss. He's taken his feelings about this specific incident and wrapped them up in all his anger and hate and put the unbalanced scale, the red ledger, away on a high-up shelf. He'll pull them out again when he needs them, since right now, they won't serve him or Ryou. What Atem needs is to be a comfort, to keep Ryou from sinking into his own memories, the way it's so terribly easy to do.
Sometimes, things slip through. Here and there, a snake will twitch, flaring its hood, making an angry little sss sss. The furious radio-static is turned down, not gone. Until this is settled, until Atem does something, it'll feel like his bones are disjointed, like he's heard a riff of music with the last note left off and can't get it out of his head, like pins and needles in his mind.
But he's trying. When Atem realizes Ryou's talking about his snakes, some of the more present ones look at one another, then back at Ryou.]
I'm here.
[Not chasing a much-stronger-than-him upperclassman on his own territory, disappearing into the night to lure them into a dangerous game. He's staying.]
We can talk, if you want...or I can help you back down, and you can try to get some sleep, until help arrives.