And it's a warning - the fire in his gut from a blade torn out of his body through clenched teeth cut on rot. He isn't weak, but he's hurt and it's not the Metaverse. A stab is a stab. Organ and intestines punctured. Dizzying. Adrenaline keeps him going. Everything keeps him going. The thrill of battle keeps him going.
The battle isn't over. It starts anew in a manner he isn't expecting. She pulls him
close.
And he hates it.
A gesture mimicking care - a blade about to be dug into his back. It would be funny. So funny. She squeezes him tight and he pushes against her - arms, legs, body entirely. To push over, to shove, to tear at her skin because trapping him is a goddamn mistake if she didn't plan to end it.
It doesn't end.
It doesn't end.
It never ends.
He wants it to end.
It can't ever end.
He'll never let it end.
And she won't either.
It spreads through his gut - warmth that mimics comfort. A mockery of mercy. He can't stand her - says as much with every vile word that falls from his mouth, hand gripping neck, scraping at her face, to do anything to escape.
It's worse than a blade and so -
He responds in kind because she doesn't move. Doesn't stop. A wound healing under her touch, no matter how much he tears at her. Strength rivaling his - years of suffering, unshakeable will, a resolve steadfast.
1/2 cw: BLOOD VIOLENCE ??? suicidal ideation (????????????) MAYBE
until he doesn't.
And it's a warning - the fire in his gut from a blade torn out of his body through clenched teeth cut on rot. He isn't weak, but he's hurt and it's not the Metaverse. A stab is a stab. Organ and intestines punctured. Dizzying. Adrenaline keeps him going. Everything keeps him going. The thrill of battle keeps him going.The battle isn't over. It starts anew in a manner he isn't expecting. She pulls him
close.
And he hates it.A gesture mimicking care - a blade about to be dug into his back. It would be funny. So funny. She squeezes him tight and he pushes against her - arms, legs, body entirely. To push over, to shove, to tear at her skin because trapping him is a goddamn mistake if she didn't plan to end it.
It doesn't end.
It never ends.
It can't ever end.
He'll never let it end.
It spreads through his gut - warmth that mimics comfort. A mockery of mercy. He can't stand her - says as much with every vile word that falls from his mouth, hand gripping neck, scraping at her face, to do anything to escape.
It's worse than a blade and so -
He responds in kind because she doesn't move. Doesn't stop. A wound healing under her touch, no matter how much he tears at her. Strength rivaling his - years of suffering, unshakeable will, a resolve steadfast.
She attacks and he responds.]