[ one of the things evan's always been good at is not showing when he's losing. it's won him a lot of fights in his life. if he just keeps throwing himself at the problem, keeps swinging, keeps killing, nobody will suspect how close he is to having no choice but to give up.
but david's good at that, too, or so he's found. and so he has no idea if he's a dead man here, or if david is.
he bears down on david only for david's fingers to find the bloody wounds at his throat and digging in and wrenching and the noise he makes isn't angry because it isn't human. or maybe it's exclusively human - the sound of pain in a throat that's being mutilated by force. his other arm still isn't working right, so he can't stop him, can't yank him away.
his only other option is to push away, freeing david but also freeing himself. he hits the far wall and sits against it, grabbing at his bleeding throat, breathing in an unhealthy bubbling way. and watching david with a look somewhere between sheer murderous rage and seriously pissed-off disbelief. ]
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but david's good at that, too, or so he's found. and so he has no idea if he's a dead man here, or if david is.
he bears down on david only for david's fingers to find the bloody wounds at his throat and digging in and wrenching and the noise he makes isn't angry because it isn't human. or maybe it's exclusively human - the sound of pain in a throat that's being mutilated by force. his other arm still isn't working right, so he can't stop him, can't yank him away.
his only other option is to push away, freeing david but also freeing himself. he hits the far wall and sits against it, grabbing at his bleeding throat, breathing in an unhealthy bubbling way. and watching david with a look somewhere between sheer murderous rage and seriously pissed-off disbelief. ]