[It doesn't bother Felix when she coils herself around him, takes the time to fist her fingers in his hair— she's a little scrawny, a little fragile for his taste— but she's visibly, tangibly losing her advantage: if she feels like leaning into his victory, who is he to stop her?
Hell, maybe she's coming to her senses—
And then it hits him. Harder than a running car and heavier than a shot to the chest, that raw, unfiltered power he's pulled out from under her skin. His free hand rushes to grip the paneling behind her, fumbling for half a beat of his racing heart, trajectory only made worse by the pain behind her thoughts. That sickening violet and the agony it manages to lodge inside his skull alongside the rest of it.
His veins are burning— this time it's his hand that tears itself free of her own to grab at the underside of her jaw, shoving with a cruel force to get her off, shaking—] Fuck, fuck—
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Hell, maybe she's coming to her senses—
And then it hits him. Harder than a running car and heavier than a shot to the chest, that raw, unfiltered power he's pulled out from under her skin. His free hand rushes to grip the paneling behind her, fumbling for half a beat of his racing heart, trajectory only made worse by the pain behind her thoughts. That sickening violet and the agony it manages to lodge inside his skull alongside the rest of it.
His veins are burning— this time it's his hand that tears itself free of her own to grab at the underside of her jaw, shoving with a cruel force to get her off, shaking—] Fuck, fuck—