Thane snarls, and then, because he's rapidly approaching the point where he just wants to savage this little not-an-angel-anymore, pulls back his bloody arm and delivers a clout to the side of Dmitri's head hard enough to snap her head around and drive it back into the wall. And she goes limp.
And that brings Thane up short, because, fuck, he hadn't meant to knock her out again. He kneels, plating his knuckles on her teeth and registering the fact that she's still breathing, but....
His hand moves, patting her roughly on the cheek. "Hope it hurts just as much where you are now, darling," he says, and looks down at his forearm. Not healed yet. Goddamnit. Well, it'll get around to it. Not the first time someone's bit him, although recently – what seems recently, though everything has taken on a sort of distant edge – he's been smart enough not to let them.
He walks over to his bag, fishing out three pairs of cuffs, and walks back to her. Cuffs for the hands, cuffs for the wings, keep her spread-eagled with her wings pinioned up. She'll wake up eventually – the breathing's not right for a coma – and when she does, it won't be him with hands and fists, it'll be him with a full kit. And she won't enjoy that so much.
As soon as she's cuffed up, he turns on his heel and stalks out of the room. Once this kid is destroyed, and he means destroyed, she's going to be the first one to die. So how the rest of them like that.
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Date: 2008-10-03 11:28 pm (UTC)And that brings Thane up short, because, fuck, he hadn't meant to knock her out again. He kneels, plating his knuckles on her teeth and registering the fact that she's still breathing, but....
His hand moves, patting her roughly on the cheek. "Hope it hurts just as much where you are now, darling," he says, and looks down at his forearm. Not healed yet. Goddamnit. Well, it'll get around to it. Not the first time someone's bit him, although recently – what seems recently, though everything has taken on a sort of distant edge – he's been smart enough not to let them.
He walks over to his bag, fishing out three pairs of cuffs, and walks back to her. Cuffs for the hands, cuffs for the wings, keep her spread-eagled with her wings pinioned up. She'll wake up eventually – the breathing's not right for a coma – and when she does, it won't be him with hands and fists, it'll be him with a full kit. And she won't enjoy that so much.
As soon as she's cuffed up, he turns on his heel and stalks out of the room. Once this kid is destroyed, and he means destroyed, she's going to be the first one to die. So how the rest of them like that.