i'm gonna be honest his goal is to make marcoh crash this fucking car. or - well, something's goal is that. he's a little feral - bones cracking in places as he wrenches marcoh to the side. again, he's way stronger than he should be, but that doesn't seem to be because he's been hiding it all this time. it seems painful, with the way his limbs are moving, like he's so tense that it hurts to move. like a puppet with too many strings, fighting against the moves being filtered through his mind.
unmake unmake unmake - he's growling it under his breath.
and when yves grabs for him, says his name, he looks, and there's panic in his expression. one hand comes from around marcoh's neck to claw at yves's face, to grab at his hair and slam his head back against the glass of the car window. at the same time, a leg comes up and fucking kicks as hard as he can against poor siffrin. he's aiming for the face, his boots heavy.
in the middle of all this, jiaoqiu desperately leans forward and sinks his teeth into the arm trying to crush marcoh's windpipe, tearing into it like he's going to fucking bite it off. like it's the only way he can stop himself. ]
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i'm gonna be honest his goal is to make marcoh crash this fucking car. or - well, something's goal is that. he's a little feral - bones cracking in places as he wrenches marcoh to the side. again, he's way stronger than he should be, but that doesn't seem to be because he's been hiding it all this time. it seems painful, with the way his limbs are moving, like he's so tense that it hurts to move. like a puppet with too many strings, fighting against the moves being filtered through his mind.
unmake unmake unmake - he's growling it under his breath.
and when yves grabs for him, says his name, he looks, and there's panic in his expression. one hand comes from around marcoh's neck to claw at yves's face, to grab at his hair and slam his head back against the glass of the car window. at the same time, a leg comes up and fucking kicks as hard as he can against poor siffrin. he's aiming for the face, his boots heavy.
in the middle of all this, jiaoqiu desperately leans forward and sinks his teeth into the arm trying to crush marcoh's windpipe, tearing into it like he's going to fucking bite it off. like it's the only way he can stop himself. ]