[bullshit you aren't, Vincent wants to say, but his tongue remains silent. it can all be seen in his eyes anyway, locked unwaveringly in combat with his enemy. from the first time they'd met, all Kit had ever done was thrust himself where he wasn't needed.
freed from his nearly dangling position, his puts his improved angle to work in applying even further pressure to the taller boy's throat. if this were to be a test of wills, he know that he would come out on top; there was no twinge of conscience preventing him from choking this nuisance out and doing as he pleased with the rest of the night.
time seems frozen between them, the world shrunk down to the nonexistent space between their bodies. as the point of unconsciousness inches nearer and nearer Vincent continues his relentless assault, hand cupped almost tenderly around his host's throat -
wait. tenderly?
as soon as the thought catches up with his mind Vincent's taking action, slamming Kit's head roughly against the wall behind them before relinquishing his hold on the other boy. he brushes the back of his hand against his mouth, as if to wipe off even the association of him, muttering darkly as he goes.]
Pathetic.
[the distance between them suddenly feels stifling. he can easily chalk it up to common sense dictating retaliation for his actions, and his stubborn mind accepts the explanation without question. the spark of oddity which had jolted him out of his grueling punishment was already all but forgotten.]
no subject
freed from his nearly dangling position, his puts his improved angle to work in applying even further pressure to the taller boy's throat. if this were to be a test of wills, he know that he would come out on top; there was no twinge of conscience preventing him from choking this nuisance out and doing as he pleased with the rest of the night.
time seems frozen between them, the world shrunk down to the nonexistent space between their bodies. as the point of unconsciousness inches nearer and nearer Vincent continues his relentless assault, hand cupped almost tenderly around his host's throat -
wait. tenderly?
as soon as the thought catches up with his mind Vincent's taking action, slamming Kit's head roughly against the wall behind them before relinquishing his hold on the other boy. he brushes the back of his hand against his mouth, as if to wipe off even the association of him, muttering darkly as he goes.]
Pathetic.
[the distance between them suddenly feels stifling. he can easily chalk it up to common sense dictating retaliation for his actions, and his stubborn mind accepts the explanation without question. the spark of oddity which had jolted him out of his grueling punishment was already all but forgotten.]