those who died are justified;

[reneger]

WHO: jason todd + various
WHERE: ~~everywhere~~
WHEN: August 9th-16th ish
WHAT: grungefest dates, disappointing siblings, ruining markus' life, etc etc
NOTES OR WARNINGS: booze, bad flirting / vague discussion of torture, murder, and child abuse in damian's thread

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[reneger]

( socks are even worse, wtf. no one wants stinky sweat soaked shit that's been on feet in their face. noctis tightens the grip he has on jason and jason's. reaching back with the hand that was on noct's ankle, fingers pressing into pressure points along the inside of his knee, his thigh.

trying to get noctis to break first. )

Forgot you're not from Earth for a minute. ( a breath, hold on. ) Don't worry 'bout it.

[fessus]

[ You did this to yourSELF.

Fingertips dig into his thigh and Noctis grits his teeth, realizing the need to push Jason just as far and that's the sole motivation behind a sudden far more purposeful flex of muscle that further cuts off the man's airflow.

There is no graceful way for either of them to get out of this situation. ]

Fuck-- Tell me, okay, I'm trying to learn shit...

[reneger]

( there's no way to get out of this well without causing some extreme damage, at least. and jason really doesn't feel like breaking bones. noctis asks for an answer but it's a little fucking hard with legs around his neck, pushing against the front of his throat and cutting off air. jason--coughs instead, slams a fist into the inside of noctis' leg and

moves one of his own legs up even if it does start to put him a little off balance, shoves his own foot right into the other's throat.

these are safe sparring practices. )

[fessus]

[ The fist hits hard and brings with it a numbing sensation that webs out through his leg from the point of impact and momentarily dazes him, well aware that pain will follow on its heels and he needs to stay aware of Jason's next move now more than ever. Not that it matters much when his hand is readied a second too late -- he barely manages a slap of a palm against the side of Jason's ankle, softening the blow minutely but not enough.

Ow? ]

You... [ Swallowing is a mistake that lends extra discomfort to this whole situation, taking a moment to weigh his options here... and the foot not knocked away from Jason's throat makes a point of pressing in against his Adam's apple more firmly almost as if in warning. Well, this is even sadder. ]

Answer my question... at least.

[reneger]

( he is longer than noctis, at least. and jason is stronger, physically, even if he isn't as quick. jason's foot presses hard into his neck, fingers grabbing onto the ankle left behind on his neck to try and shove it off, or at least pull it back enough to. be able to breathe. jason takes in a breath, coughs around the pressure noctis is still putting there, grins wide. )

Religious figure, easy curse to go for.

( before ramming one foot into noctis' shoulder and the other into his neck. )

[fessus]

[ One of the first lessons Gladio beat into his head with a wooden sword that left welts and deep bruises all over his body was to know when he was beaten and understand the importance of a tactical retreat. It hadn't sunk in well, as most of his early lessons hadn't, but right now Noctis is finally allowing his head to thunk back fully against the floor without straining back against a foot keeping air from coming easily to him.

This... is... just... ]

Great, now I-- know... Don't use a religious name as a curse... and quit grinning at me, I can feel it.

[reneger]

( this is the single most pathetic "training" match jason todd has ever taken part in. granted, most the people jason spars with are a bit. more elegant than noctis regardless but this is a new low. good job, dude. noctis goes down but jason doesn't follow. he stays upright, half pressed against a thigh and weight balancing carefully on his waist and the one foot he still has down against the ground as both hands move up to pry the foot off of his neck. )

Don't--tell me what to do.