*tentatively attempts a respectful hug and leaves an apple*
GIVE RYUK SOME LOVE
slender arms hang at his sides, upper body hunched and tense. amber orbs avert, gaze directed at nothing specific as his entire expression seems to glaze over. prussian blue lips part in surprise and he breathes almost inaudibly, talons twitching subconsciously beside his thighs. there’s pressure, constricting him, tight around his waist and for a moment he feels panic rising in his chest, degraded gut churning as undiscovered nerves conquer any resilience he has towards the unexpected. such slowly, painfully slow, begins fade though. panic bleeding out like ink upon paper, ironic, but he remains still - as though not responding will keep the situation from progressing. eventually, there’s an ache and he can’t quite put a claw on it but it’s there, like an empty void and his mind is bizarrely beginning to swoon at the current hold the masked being had on him. there is no way for him to describe how he feels, nor what the hug feels like. he doesn’t know. he’s got no idea what to compare it to. he’s never been hugged before. this is an entirely new experience for him and although fear lurks in the shadows like beads of sweat upon ones neck, concealed, there’s a part of him that doesn’t want the anonymous being to release him. intimacy. of any kind. he’d always seen it as pointless. then again, he’d listened to rem’s ramblings about love and feelings. how it just swept people off their feet. but ryuk believed only fools to be vulnerable to such. idiots that had no control. a lack of knowledge, fear for his own mind’s safety brings his arms up to nudge the being away from him. in response, an apple is placed on the floor before him and the being flees. out of sight but not out of mind. for now. he’d make sure to watch some dark shit tonight. human death after human death. betrayal after betrayal. touch made one weak. it wasn’t acceptable for him to be weak. and he was a god.
