(it doesn't. it's a powerful strike that makes him tense up — one that'd knock the wind out of thinner man — but fists glance off of a stomach like this, shredded after years of funnelling strength and pain into a body that doesn't bend. gladio grunts, lowers his chin with a roll of his jaw, and seals his teeth together with a feral grin.)
Hurt you more than it hurt me, didn't it? (a lie, when the fingers around itachi's wrist feel like they've touched the surface of the red hot coils on an iron stovetop, burning sensation crawling up his arm. it feels like he's on fire.) C'mon, pal, take it easy.
(there's one way to cut itachi's will to fight off and that's to leave his wrist by the wayside and clamp it around him in a great, squeezing hug, the man's whip-like body slight enough to pull off of his toes by an inch or more until they're caught in some tight embrace. so long as there's skin to make this healing happen, and gladio's bare chest (jesus christ, why can't he put on a shirt LMAO FUCK) lends them plenty. i can barely finish typing this.)
Shit, that stings— (a sharp breath through his nose, bullish, trying to keep it down.
this pain is helping someone. this pain is making him stronger. this pain will only last four more minutes. he can wait this out. if he can't, he's not suited to protect his king.)
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Hurt you more than it hurt me, didn't it? (a lie, when the fingers around itachi's wrist feel like they've touched the surface of the red hot coils on an iron stovetop, burning sensation crawling up his arm. it feels like he's on fire.) C'mon, pal, take it easy.
(there's one way to cut itachi's will to fight off and that's to leave his wrist by the wayside and clamp it around him in a great, squeezing hug, the man's whip-like body slight enough to pull off of his toes by an inch or more until they're caught in some tight embrace. so long as there's skin to make this healing happen, and gladio's bare chest (jesus christ, why can't he put on a shirt LMAO FUCK) lends them plenty. i can barely finish typing this.)
Shit, that stings— (a sharp breath through his nose, bullish, trying to keep it down.
this pain is helping someone. this pain is making him stronger. this pain will only last four more minutes. he can wait this out. if he can't, he's not suited to protect his king.)