This close, Kit only had the upper hand so long as he could keep the other boy from countering any of his attacks. Vincent might have been small, but his strength was great, and the moment Kit felt that strip of fabric tear free he knew he'd made a mistake.
But there wasn't any time to correct it, not as his momentum had carried him back and Vincent shot upwards, forehead driving into his own with enough force he thought for sure he'd lost feeling in his arms. He saw double, triple even, in between the waves of black that clouded his vision, but instinct guided him through the dancing phantoms before his eyes and allowed him to fight the hold on his wrists. Allowed him to tighten his hands around Vincent's neck.
He could feel that if nothing else, the wild pulse drumming against his fingers like a siren in the dark, beating harder as he squeezed...or was it his own pulse he felt, racing inside his chest and pounding behind the walls of his skull...?
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But there wasn't any time to correct it, not as his momentum had carried him back and Vincent shot upwards, forehead driving into his own with enough force he thought for sure he'd lost feeling in his arms. He saw double, triple even, in between the waves of black that clouded his vision, but instinct guided him through the dancing phantoms before his eyes and allowed him to fight the hold on his wrists. Allowed him to tighten his hands around Vincent's neck.
He could feel that if nothing else, the wild pulse drumming against his fingers like a siren in the dark, beating harder as he squeezed...or was it his own pulse he felt, racing inside his chest and pounding behind the walls of his skull...?