(he's faster than this, than the grab, but fuck the vicious tail-end of these drugs giving his body a hell of a time. the woman manages to throw the coat hanger and get a vice grip on the back of his neck by the time his arms are lowering — cheek shoving into the crude springs of the stained, shitty cot, hei's lips curl back from baring teeth and grunts through them.)
A few seconds. (it bears repeating, because that's how long it takes for his patience to run out.
his blood is on her fingers, now, the pain from his self-inflicted wound being pressed into reminding him. his dirty, dirty blood. not exactly something wants thrown up at their face when it's riddled with foreign contaminants, hei wrenching his arm back to try for her face with his own red hand, intent on dragging a wide swath of it across a cheek, searching for eyes, a nose, a mouth.
it gives him enough leverage to get a powerful leg up onto the bed with them, shoving the smaller woman up with his entire body, deceptively strong despite the telltale shake in his arms that this move is causing a tired body stress.)
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A few seconds. (it bears repeating, because that's how long it takes for his patience to run out.
his blood is on her fingers, now, the pain from his self-inflicted wound being pressed into reminding him. his dirty, dirty blood. not exactly something wants thrown up at their face when it's riddled with foreign contaminants, hei wrenching his arm back to try for her face with his own red hand, intent on dragging a wide swath of it across a cheek, searching for eyes, a nose, a mouth.
it gives him enough leverage to get a powerful leg up onto the bed with them, shoving the smaller woman up with his entire body, deceptively strong despite the telltale shake in his arms that this move is causing a tired body stress.)
Get the fuck off of me.