( the world tilts. felix's weight shifts, as gravity gifts him with a big middle finger. he rolls, tucked under ephemera's body, and hisses like a fucking cat grabbed by the scruff, knocking his hands away from his eyes with his arm. perils of taking the fight to the ground: positions are always flipping, and you have to maintain your guard lest your enemy lunges for the opening and rightfully drops you on your ass for your carelessness.
but he's not dead until he's fucking dead, and he hasn't lost yet. that's important. that's the only thing that's important in this shitty fucking city. that he hasn't lost. that he's not losing. that he still has his fucking mind.
felix's hand digs into ephemera's hair. he jerks him down roughly, using his hair as an anchor, and pulls him flush against him. it's suffocating and claustrophobic, for a second, ephemera's weight crushing him to the dirt. then – deliberately, purposely – he arches under him, all his lithe pliancy dragging his hips up, into him. in the same second, he drives toward his throat a second time with a closed fist. it's a tight shot, cramped by a lack of space, but he doesn't need to hit him particularly hard as long as he hits his mark. it'll be enough.
he'll play dirty if he has to, and even when he doesn't have to, just because. he doesn't give a fuck. everything else is background noise. )
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but he's not dead until he's fucking dead, and he hasn't lost yet. that's important. that's the only thing that's important in this shitty fucking city. that he hasn't lost. that he's not losing. that he still has his fucking mind.
felix's hand digs into ephemera's hair. he jerks him down roughly, using his hair as an anchor, and pulls him flush against him. it's suffocating and claustrophobic, for a second, ephemera's weight crushing him to the dirt. then – deliberately, purposely – he arches under him, all his lithe pliancy dragging his hips up, into him. in the same second, he drives toward his throat a second time with a closed fist. it's a tight shot, cramped by a lack of space, but he doesn't need to hit him particularly hard as long as he hits his mark. it'll be enough.
he'll play dirty if he has to, and even when he doesn't have to, just because. he doesn't give a fuck. everything else is background noise. )