[Currently in M01, from hereKurt exhaled loudly and suddenly when Kon sat on him. Jeez, way to knock the wind out of someone! Kurt was barely half Kon's weight, he would be crushed
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Wild tigers could be better behaved than Reid, his own mother had said so, but maybe she’d be rolling over in her country club chair if she could see him then--under a serious fucking threat from one fourth walling ringmaster, and a less serious and more annoying threat from two dimwits--letting the subpar magical sidekick get within spitting distance of him with a bowie knife. And like a wild tiger that knew the key was about to turn in the lock and open his cage without ever admitting he needed help getting out, the warlock sat and held his breath.
There was a hunger boiling in him, and it was crazy hard to hold it back while bit by bit, duct tape came loose. And then Mr. Slippery Fingers walked back in the door from whatever smoke break he’d been on, and Reid bit his lip in something like glee.
The little details could be dealt with later. Right now…
When Reid was loose enough to move on his own terms, he hauled himself out of the chair with a quick, easy grace that deep down, he wasn’t feeling. But he’d been embarrassed and knocked around and reminded again that his Power wasn’t so helpful anymore, and he needed this to be good. So he rubbed the scabbing cut on his neck with undue nonchalance, while inwardly he channelled his will into everything he had left.
“Guess he’s proving he’s not so much of a dumb shit as you,” drawled Reid, who rolled his shoulders once. “But then again, now I’m up, which is pretty damn stupid to let happen.” And then he threw his arms up, palms out to each brother, and released what Power he had left, two torrents quicker than light and that seemed to ripple the very space they occupied, like waves in water. Halved, the full blast wasn’t what it could’ve been, but for the two of them, it was more than enough to make up for the beating he’d taken. Dean’d got off easy the first time.
There was a hunger boiling in him, and it was crazy hard to hold it back while bit by bit, duct tape came loose. And then Mr. Slippery Fingers walked back in the door from whatever smoke break he’d been on, and Reid bit his lip in something like glee.
The little details could be dealt with later. Right now…
When Reid was loose enough to move on his own terms, he hauled himself out of the chair with a quick, easy grace that deep down, he wasn’t feeling. But he’d been embarrassed and knocked around and reminded again that his Power wasn’t so helpful anymore, and he needed this to be good. So he rubbed the scabbing cut on his neck with undue nonchalance, while inwardly he channelled his will into everything he had left.
“Guess he’s proving he’s not so much of a dumb shit as you,” drawled Reid, who rolled his shoulders once. “But then again, now I’m up, which is pretty damn stupid to let happen.” And then he threw his arms up, palms out to each brother, and released what Power he had left, two torrents quicker than light and that seemed to ripple the very space they occupied, like waves in water. Halved, the full blast wasn’t what it could’ve been, but for the two of them, it was more than enough to make up for the beating he’d taken. Dean’d got off easy the first time.
He wouldn’t be someone’s weak little bitch…
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