He wants revenge. He wants to inflict his own idea of justice on everyone who...
He...
It feels like warmth is flowing through him, from his head to the tip of his tail, in wave after flooding wave, from where Ryou's hand is, among the snakes. It's a personal touch, a vulnerable touch, and it makes Atem's eyes go hazy again, makes him feel like gravity's working overtime to keep him here, to pull him towards Ryou.
He sighs. The truth is, he doesn't want to go anywhere!
Atem broke away from contact like this, that he wanted like this, once, in the dream world. Part of him regrets that. He can...he can put off what he has to do one more night. It can wait until morning. With the kind of vocal hoarseness that comes with waking up from a long sleep and the kind that comes from surrendering to this kind of touch, Atem says:]
I'll stay.
[Ryou's been hurt so much, almost lost so many times...now that Atem has him in his grip, he finds he doesn't want to let go! A cautionary tale about insomnia, indeed.
He's as wound-around-Ryou as he possibly çan be without brushing bandages; a coil ended up tucked under Ryou's far knee in the night. If he's a security blanket, Ryou is a heat rock...but they both like it.
He and the snakes are wearing the same charmed expression as Atem slithers up into kissing range, his chest resting on Ryou's (he's light!) as his right hand reaches up to turn Ryou's chin back so it's facing him. Don't look away! It makes it harder to do what Atem's about to do, which is lean in for a slow, easy, lazy kiss.
It's not what he intends to do all day! There's other things, like making sure Ryou eats, and that his medicine doesn't wear off too much...but one thing at a time, and that thing is kissing.]
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He wants revenge. He wants to inflict his own idea of justice on everyone who...
He...
It feels like warmth is flowing through him, from his head to the tip of his tail, in wave after flooding wave, from where Ryou's hand is, among the snakes. It's a personal touch, a vulnerable touch, and it makes Atem's eyes go hazy again, makes him feel like gravity's working overtime to keep him here, to pull him towards Ryou.
He sighs. The truth is, he doesn't want to go anywhere!
Atem broke away from contact like this, that he wanted like this, once, in the dream world. Part of him regrets that. He can...he can put off what he has to do one more night. It can wait until morning. With the kind of vocal hoarseness that comes with waking up from a long sleep and the kind that comes from surrendering to this kind of touch, Atem says:]
I'll stay.
[Ryou's been hurt so much, almost lost so many times...now that Atem has him in his grip, he finds he doesn't want to let go! A cautionary tale about insomnia, indeed.
He's as wound-around-Ryou as he possibly çan be without brushing bandages; a coil ended up tucked under Ryou's far knee in the night. If he's a security blanket, Ryou is a heat rock...but they both like it.
He and the snakes are wearing the same charmed expression as Atem slithers up into kissing range, his chest resting on Ryou's (he's light!) as his right hand reaches up to turn Ryou's chin back so it's facing him. Don't look away! It makes it harder to do what Atem's about to do, which is lean in for a slow, easy, lazy kiss.
It's not what he intends to do all day! There's other things, like making sure Ryou eats, and that his medicine doesn't wear off too much...but one thing at a time, and that thing is kissing.]