( usually, a hard hit to the face wouldn't be enough to keep him down. usually he can take at least a couple before his brain starts getting jostled enough to warrant stopping. unfortunately for jason, he's already concussed, and this is just making it worse. her fingers grip hard into his hair and it's - well, he's had less fun play partners before, this is great even if it hurts like hell. he's shoving his elbow into her side, trying to get her to drop down onto the snow so he can pin her down, just to prove a point.
but she's shoving his head down as he tries to shove her over. her knee comes up and slams into his face. jason hears the crunch of cartilage as his nose breaks before he feels it, and then there's the rush of blood that comes with taking a hard hit to the face, dripping down onto the floor as jason--doesn't make a sound but opens his mouth. drags his tongue across his cheek where he'd just bitten down hard enough to make that bleed, too. and he
he needs a minute. maybe a few. his head's swimming, his vision's going a little fucky, but the stubborn part of him that refuses to let go regardless of how fucked his body is manages to keep a good hold on the gun even as his head ducks down.
gives a choked laugh around the blood spilling from his mouth, his nose, and yanks on the barrel. )
Hot. ( poor word choice, even if it's true. he's still not letting go. considers instead getting up to his feet, but with how fucked his head is, he doubts he'll stay up all that long. ) 'mon, sweetheart. Wanna get your toy back? 'ry harder.
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but she's shoving his head down as he tries to shove her over. her knee comes up and slams into his face. jason hears the crunch of cartilage as his nose breaks before he feels it, and then there's the rush of blood that comes with taking a hard hit to the face, dripping down onto the floor as jason--doesn't make a sound but opens his mouth. drags his tongue across his cheek where he'd just bitten down hard enough to make that bleed, too. and he
he needs a minute. maybe a few. his head's swimming, his vision's going a little fucky, but the stubborn part of him that refuses to let go regardless of how fucked his body is manages to keep a good hold on the gun even as his head ducks down.
gives a choked laugh around the blood spilling from his mouth, his nose, and yanks on the barrel. )
Hot. ( poor word choice, even if it's true. he's still not letting go. considers instead getting up to his feet, but with how fucked his head is, he doubts he'll stay up all that long. ) 'mon, sweetheart. Wanna get your toy back? 'ry harder.