[which only makes him angrier, not being able to move them or get himself free. he would lash out again, if he weren't being held back, meaning the only thing he can do is growl and hiss and spit with rage, his body writhing despite the fact he can't get the leverage he needs.
more red droplets land on him, fully onto his skin this time, which is something that makes him want to stop, to reel back and really take in what he's done to romance's face— and for a second, he can do that. his expression twists into something unexplainable, something that's not quite anger, but not quite regretful, either. he sees the blood, he sees the tears, and yet part of him still doesn't think it's enough.
they should've done better. they should've tried to stop the other two, tried to force them back rather than just let them haphazardly throw themselves into the fray like it was no big deal, like they could handle it when it should've been obvious that they couldn't. yes, he started this whole thing, but it's clear that romance needed it far more than he did at this point.
his head hits the floor again and again, causing him to lose his equilibrium, his eyes squeezing shut at the pain shooting through his head. he doesn't have much time to react before romance's hands catch his wrists and pin him down, effectively holding him in place while he suddenly leans over him, teeth bared like he's going to tear his throat out, and for a minute, baby just lets him close in, too stunned to speak or react to the animalistic movement. he's shaking, breathing heavily from their altercation, his eyes wide open, though they look significantly less wild than they had moments ago.]
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more red droplets land on him, fully onto his skin this time, which is something that makes him want to stop, to reel back and really take in what he's done to romance's face— and for a second, he can do that. his expression twists into something unexplainable, something that's not quite anger, but not quite regretful, either. he sees the blood, he sees the tears, and yet part of him still doesn't think it's enough.
they should've done better. they should've tried to stop the other two, tried to force them back rather than just let them haphazardly throw themselves into the fray like it was no big deal, like they could handle it when it should've been obvious that they couldn't. yes, he started this whole thing, but it's clear that romance needed it far more than he did at this point.
his head hits the floor again and again, causing him to lose his equilibrium, his eyes squeezing shut at the pain shooting through his head. he doesn't have much time to react before romance's hands catch his wrists and pin him down, effectively holding him in place while he suddenly leans over him, teeth bared like he's going to tear his throat out, and for a minute, baby just lets him close in, too stunned to speak or react to the animalistic movement. he's shaking, breathing heavily from their altercation, his eyes wide open, though they look significantly less wild than they had moments ago.]