[nico's claws rake over his cheek, drawing blood. that will leave scars, if they manage to make it out of here.
if. when. will wants it to be when, but the part of him that can think is buried deep right now -
although, he's drawn somewhat back to the surface when nico kicks him. the blow to the stomach knocks the wind out of him and does, in fact, put some distance between them; he hits the ground hard and scrambles up, his expression panicked.]
Shit, Nico, I'm sorry -
[he's trying to catch his breath, but as he settles a little and gets his breathing under control, his expression blanks out again. it was just a brief moment of clarity, and he surges forward to try to clear the distance between them.]
no subject
if. when. will wants it to be when, but the part of him that can think is buried deep right now -
although, he's drawn somewhat back to the surface when nico kicks him. the blow to the stomach knocks the wind out of him and does, in fact, put some distance between them; he hits the ground hard and scrambles up, his expression panicked.]
Shit, Nico, I'm sorry -
[he's trying to catch his breath, but as he settles a little and gets his breathing under control, his expression blanks out again. it was just a brief moment of clarity, and he surges forward to try to clear the distance between them.]