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the punch is satisfying. he’s pretty sure it draws blood - no, it does. his lip splits from the force and it’s warm on his chin and even his healing is struggling to keep up with everything. he’s about to open his mouth, about to ask Ellis to hit him again but he doesn’t have to ask, it’s already happening.
and he laughs, stumbling back until his back thumps against the wall and he’s holding his chin, feeling the bones knit back together feeling the heat the scalding heat from his skin searing wounds closed. his split lip is no more, but the blood still remains.
his body sighs, a calm passes over him momentarily before he’s pushing off the wall and slamming full force into the other, teeth in skin and nails in skin and there’s a solid punch somewhere on Ellis though he isn’t exactly sure where.
but this was their game. physical, unforgiving, thrilling.









