[Atem wants to fight. He wants to leave marks and claim his ownership... Something obvious and in your face, something that loudly exclaims to the world—mine.
Komaeda swallows again, and though they remain cuddled close between his tail and the tender curve of Atem's arm around his waist, he's grateful to be looking away with embarrassment already. Surely, if he had been looking the other in the eyes when he said all of that, he would've died.
It's not just about a playful competition, though. Atem wants them both to win, for them both to have fun. Whether it's something dirty, dangerous... Or something like this, where it's both of those things, while also being something softer...
He can still feel his heart racing, and the way his mouth is getting drier, despite the water that still clings to their scales. Of all the people Atem would want to be with right now, he only ever wanted... him? It's like a sensory overload, to hear words of such deep affection, that it fills him with a loathing for all the months he spent in the Sea of Stars.
If only he could've returned sooner.]
...I like it when you bite me. [He admits, though it had only ever been his wrist the one time.] And I like playing games with you. I like that we can both go all out, and we don't have to worry, as long as we keep our hearts and bodies safe.
[Komaeda, with great effort, wills himself to return his gaze to Atem's. Beneath the heavy furrow of his brow, his eyes look like deep pools of water.]
[The reproach in Atem's tone isn't harsh, but it is unyielding.
Atem still has no intention of allowing forever to happen. This is stolen time, borrowed, a ticking clock before Ryslig burns, the breath in before the trigger is pulled. The retort is a gentle (for him, for this situation) reminder that his mind hasn't changed and that that's a wish that won't be granted just as much as it's a reminder of the game's rules, if not more so. Komaeda's gaze is captivating, beautiful, but its pull isn't enough to divert Atem from the gravity-well of absolute hopelessness that has him in its grip.
Komaeda can wish for that, when his turn comes around again...but it won't get him anywhere. It'll be a symbolic move, but nothing else.]
[Despite the tone Atem taking being one that isn't overly harsh, Komaeda seems to shy away with it, regardless. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself.
At the end of the day, he doesn't want Atem to suffer—but he also knows this isn't the right path. A path of world-ending despair doesn't truly promise hope at its end. Especially not when it's wrought by the hands of someone who's currently so much like his past self.
Komaeda turns his gaze away from Atem, and looks down at his lap, where his thumb has been rubbing circles over the face of one of the gold coins. He stares at it a moment longer, and then sets it aside in the sand.]
[The atmosphere doesn't make Atem really want to ask more personal questions, yet...so, his next request is something different.]
Come to Amusement Mile with me. That's my wish! I've been waiting to go on a date with you for too long, and there's no point to the clothes I put you in if we spend all our time swimming.
[But his tone is still a little less enthused than it was a moment before—he can't help his growing upset at the thought that these moments will have an end.
For Atem's sake, though, he'll try not to dwell on it for too long. It does mean, however, that he's going to unwrap his tail from around the other's hip so that he can get up and walk himself over to where he'd left his folded clothes.]
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Komaeda swallows again, and though they remain cuddled close between his tail and the tender curve of Atem's arm around his waist, he's grateful to be looking away with embarrassment already. Surely, if he had been looking the other in the eyes when he said all of that, he would've died.
It's not just about a playful competition, though. Atem wants them both to win, for them both to have fun. Whether it's something dirty, dangerous... Or something like this, where it's both of those things, while also being something softer...
He can still feel his heart racing, and the way his mouth is getting drier, despite the water that still clings to their scales. Of all the people Atem would want to be with right now, he only ever wanted... him? It's like a sensory overload, to hear words of such deep affection, that it fills him with a loathing for all the months he spent in the Sea of Stars.
If only he could've returned sooner.]
...I like it when you bite me. [He admits, though it had only ever been his wrist the one time.] And I like playing games with you. I like that we can both go all out, and we don't have to worry, as long as we keep our hearts and bodies safe.
[Komaeda, with great effort, wills himself to return his gaze to Atem's. Beneath the heavy furrow of his brow, his eyes look like deep pools of water.]
I wish we could stay like this forever, Atem-kun.
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[The reproach in Atem's tone isn't harsh, but it is unyielding.
Atem still has no intention of allowing forever to happen. This is stolen time, borrowed, a ticking clock before Ryslig burns, the breath in before the trigger is pulled. The retort is a gentle (for him, for this situation) reminder that his mind hasn't changed and that that's a wish that won't be granted just as much as it's a reminder of the game's rules, if not more so. Komaeda's gaze is captivating, beautiful, but its pull isn't enough to divert Atem from the gravity-well of absolute hopelessness that has him in its grip.
Komaeda can wish for that, when his turn comes around again...but it won't get him anywhere. It'll be a symbolic move, but nothing else.]
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At the end of the day, he doesn't want Atem to suffer—but he also knows this isn't the right path. A path of world-ending despair doesn't truly promise hope at its end. Especially not when it's wrought by the hands of someone who's currently so much like his past self.
Komaeda turns his gaze away from Atem, and looks down at his lap, where his thumb has been rubbing circles over the face of one of the gold coins. He stares at it a moment longer, and then sets it aside in the sand.]
What's your question, Atem-kun?
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[The atmosphere doesn't make Atem really want to ask more personal questions, yet...so, his next request is something different.]
Come to Amusement Mile with me. That's my wish! I've been waiting to go on a date with you for too long, and there's no point to the clothes I put you in if we spend all our time swimming.
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Sure, anything you want, Atem-kun.
[But his tone is still a little less enthused than it was a moment before—he can't help his growing upset at the thought that these moments will have an end.
For Atem's sake, though, he'll try not to dwell on it for too long. It does mean, however, that he's going to unwrap his tail from around the other's hip so that he can get up and walk himself over to where he'd left his folded clothes.]
Is Amusement Mile far from here?