( yelling isn't working. the still calmness isn't effective, either. noctis keeps going and going and he hates it. knows it means he isn't going to get out of this easy, or get this guy off his back with any kind of ease. noctis is up on his feet, he's fast--and jason isn't put together well enough to combat speed with force. a hand raises, fingers pressing against the leaking shoulder wound with a pained hiss. blood spills down, over his chest, down over the back of his shoulder blades, and even if he is standing upright--knees bent, balance focused,
he's not going to stay that way much longer if it doesn't get patched up soon. jason takes a breath in, steadying. another. and another. focuses dull eyes onto noctis, and tries to let the anger bleed out of his expression. his brows keep pinched, mouth tight but--this is as good as it's going to get. )
Look, I don't have a fucking death wish. Been there, done that. I ain't willing to get back into a casket any time soon.
( it's a fucking lie, is what it is. if he died taking out the assholes who killed damian, jason would go out happy. but. )
'll walk myself back, both of us going back when there's still a lot of people out there's only gonna waste more time. ( before his chin jerks to the side, gestures down to the pack on his waist. ) You wanna make sure I'm good? Fine, c'mere. Shove some gauze into it, touch me.
( the empathy bond sucks and jason fucking hates it but if it'll get noctis off his back--he'll give him a glimpse. at how the anger has simmered down enough, even if the grief is still strong enough to make his heart hurt. )
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he's not going to stay that way much longer if it doesn't get patched up soon. jason takes a breath in, steadying. another. and another. focuses dull eyes onto noctis, and tries to let the anger bleed out of his expression. his brows keep pinched, mouth tight but--this is as good as it's going to get. )
Look, I don't have a fucking death wish. Been there, done that. I ain't willing to get back into a casket any time soon.
( it's a fucking lie, is what it is. if he died taking out the assholes who killed damian, jason would go out happy. but. )
'll walk myself back, both of us going back when there's still a lot of people out there's only gonna waste more time. ( before his chin jerks to the side, gestures down to the pack on his waist. ) You wanna make sure I'm good? Fine, c'mere. Shove some gauze into it, touch me.
( the empathy bond sucks and jason fucking hates it but if it'll get noctis off his back--he'll give him a glimpse. at how the anger has simmered down enough, even if the grief is still strong enough to make his heart hurt. )