[ it feels like holding down the pin of a grenade. ]
[ like this, little more space between them than enough for their breath to mingle, just enough david can clearly see the tension and anger on evan's face and it comes with a deep and uncomfortable awareness of just how fucking volatile this situation is. he can't hold trapper down forever, and the moment that he loses even a little of that pressure is going to be explosive. ]
[ he's not afraid to die, especially not to a man whose rage tends to override any capacity for real cruelty, but losing like this would be crushing. getting this close to a win that actually feels like one and then having it ripped away because he didn't pin the bastard's hands? that shouldn't be all it takes to undo him. it shouldn't be so fucking easy to beat him, not for anyone. ]
[ his grip tightens around evan's wrists, a snarl rumbling in his throat as he stares back, but david doesn't move. truthfully he doesn't really know what to do here except gather himself, to choose to let go so it's not a surprise when trapper's up again, when things turn against him. ]
[ even through the rage, david's expression doesn't do a great job concealing the way all this goes through his head. the way he ends up with "what now?" as the only thing he can think when he looks at the man below him. ]
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[ like this, little more space between them than enough for their breath to mingle, just enough david can clearly see the tension and anger on evan's face and it comes with a deep and uncomfortable awareness of just how fucking volatile this situation is. he can't hold trapper down forever, and the moment that he loses even a little of that pressure is going to be explosive. ]
[ he's not afraid to die, especially not to a man whose rage tends to override any capacity for real cruelty, but losing like this would be crushing. getting this close to a win that actually feels like one and then having it ripped away because he didn't pin the bastard's hands? that shouldn't be all it takes to undo him. it shouldn't be so fucking easy to beat him, not for anyone. ]
[ his grip tightens around evan's wrists, a snarl rumbling in his throat as he stares back, but david doesn't move. truthfully he doesn't really know what to do here except gather himself, to choose to let go so it's not a surprise when trapper's up again, when things turn against him. ]
[ even through the rage, david's expression doesn't do a great job concealing the way all this goes through his head. the way he ends up with "what now?" as the only thing he can think when he looks at the man below him. ]