[He steps around the table, slow but steady, his shoes making a light tap, tap, tap on the stylish but meant-to-drain-easily flooring.]
I told you already -- I don't starve myself!
[It's true he's not starving. That much is apparent from the lack of sunken eyes or hollow cheeks. He's not out of control, and there's no predictable danger of him losing it.
But, now that he's won, and his life and pride and roommate don't hinge on the slightest twitch of his face...he's hungry. Her scent isn't as sharp as it would be if she were bleeding, but it's still there, and the closer he steps, the stronger it gets. Atem approaches with restraint, but not with indifference.
Besides, that's not -- not entirely, at least -- what this is about.]
And I take the stakes I play with very seriously.
[Mercy is a very, very rare occurrence.
He stops behind her chair.]
I'll let you remove your collar yourself. You'll need your throat exposed, to play the last game.
[...mercy might be rare but he's also not going to needlessly threaten her dignity. He agreed initially to feed to the death out of respect for her pride. Atem's creeping on her blood, but not willing to threaten her in other ways...except, perhaps, to tease.]
Unless you'd prefer I did it? You do seem to like vampire things...
[It's a tiny needle for Atem to thread, teasing lightly enough to avoid sincerely creeping, but also without breaking the tension in the room, but he does it, mostly because he's clearly not looking for an excuse to get his hands on her while playing it off as a joke. Security's one hell of a drug.]
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2021-07-08 23:25 (UTC)I told you already -- I don't starve myself!
[It's true he's not starving. That much is apparent from the lack of sunken eyes or hollow cheeks. He's not out of control, and there's no predictable danger of him losing it.
But, now that he's won, and his life and pride and roommate don't hinge on the slightest twitch of his face...he's hungry. Her scent isn't as sharp as it would be if she were bleeding, but it's still there, and the closer he steps, the stronger it gets. Atem approaches with restraint, but not with indifference.
Besides, that's not -- not entirely, at least -- what this is about.]
And I take the stakes I play with very seriously.
[Mercy is a very, very rare occurrence.
He stops behind her chair.]
I'll let you remove your collar yourself. You'll need your throat exposed, to play the last game.
[...mercy might be rare but he's also not going to needlessly threaten her dignity. He agreed initially to feed to the death out of respect for her pride. Atem's creeping on her blood, but not willing to threaten her in other ways...except, perhaps, to tease.]
Unless you'd prefer I did it? You do seem to like vampire things...
[It's a tiny needle for Atem to thread, teasing lightly enough to avoid sincerely creeping, but also without breaking the tension in the room, but he does it, mostly because he's clearly not looking for an excuse to get his hands on her while playing it off as a joke. Security's one hell of a drug.]