His temples, the back of his skull, and his jaw from when his teeth had reflexively clenched together upon impact with the concrete steps and floor; even the slender circumference of his neck and the whole of his back were both alive with a fiery ache, eliciting a quiet groan of discomfort as he sat upright and slowly, carefully, began to brush off his clothing.
In light of what just happened, perhaps hurt was even too mild a descriptor, but in the wake of his companion's breathy exhale and what appeared to be an unspoken ceasefire, Kit could scarcely bring himself to care. They were a mess of injuries between them, with his own being more severe but also more subtle than Vincent's, whose face was awash with his own blood — but here they were, both still very much alive.
The feeling of impending doom had dissipated some time ago without his realizing, too. Whatever terrible spirits might linger in the kimon corner of this building, they weren't here now. How could he not share an exhaled sigh of relief and satisfaction when he felt so much like he'd cheated death? This was a victory, if not the one he'd come seeking in the beginning.]
We might still be fighting if you hadn't been so reckless.
[Kit glanced up and smiled, a true testament of his amusement for how genuine it appeared through his discomfort.]
I'd rather it isn't a fall that defeats either of us if we ever fight for real.
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His temples, the back of his skull, and his jaw from when his teeth had reflexively clenched together upon impact with the concrete steps and floor; even the slender circumference of his neck and the whole of his back were both alive with a fiery ache, eliciting a quiet groan of discomfort as he sat upright and slowly, carefully, began to brush off his clothing.
In light of what just happened, perhaps hurt was even too mild a descriptor, but in the wake of his companion's breathy exhale and what appeared to be an unspoken ceasefire, Kit could scarcely bring himself to care. They were a mess of injuries between them, with his own being more severe but also more subtle than Vincent's, whose face was awash with his own blood — but here they were, both still very much alive.
The feeling of impending doom had dissipated some time ago without his realizing, too. Whatever terrible spirits might linger in the kimon corner of this building, they weren't here now. How could he not share an exhaled sigh of relief and satisfaction when he felt so much like he'd cheated death? This was a victory, if not the one he'd come seeking in the beginning.]
We might still be fighting if you hadn't been so reckless.
[Kit glanced up and smiled, a true testament of his amusement for how genuine it appeared through his discomfort.]
I'd rather it isn't a fall that defeats either of us if we ever fight for real.
[What a waste that would be.]