Will Stutely (sly_stutely) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2021-01-06 23:42:00 |
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He’d just wanted some air. Just a breath of outside air and some fresh scenery and a stroll to get the blood flowing again and who was he bullshitting, truth was he just couldn’t abide sitting still another minute, so he’d picked a direction and started walking and his guilty conscience had done the rest. And then Scarlet had arrived, Scarlet who was always better at tweaking his tail than any of the others, and as much as the man had been fairly looking for an excuse to get into it, Stutely had been looking almost as hard to give him one. He’d not realised till the fists were flying just how badly he needed to hit something. But the only thing they’d had in punching distance had been each other, and so it had gone. They’d probably looked right stupid, the pair of them, stick-thin and struggling for breath, laying into each other with clumsy fists. Really bloody stupid. But in the moment, there’d just been the flush of righteous anger and the quick rush of adrenaline, and the anxious scrabbling thing in his chest had clawed its way free— And then there’d been Tuck, standing over them both with that awful disappointment in his eyes. Will had cleaned himself as best he could, which basically amounted to throwing a bit of water on his face and frowning at himself a good long while in the bathroom mirror. He supposed it could be worse. Wasn’t like either of them had gone as far as drawing blood. Bit of splotchy redness around his left temple where Scarlet’s fist had caught him, but otherwise there was nothing too visible. Well, other than the slightly ragged breath as he climbed the steps to Clio’s door. Other than the obvious wince of pain as his lower back gave another twinge of protest. Inside his chest, the scrabbling thing clawed restlessly against the cage of his ribs. |