A Little Art Therapy || Variant!Darren & Dmitri
Dmitri yelped when claws cut flesh and stumbled back, startled to say the least. Darren continued to bear down on him with sharp, broken nails and the bigger man continued to try and scramble away.
He didn’t understand, he was HELPING. The swirls and shapes were wrong and Dmitri had corrected them. They never understood. No matter how hard he tried, no one ever appreciated the honesty of his work. It angered him that no one else saw. Saw what itched and scratched and burrowed into the back of his skull.
Another swipe if claws snapped a cluster of thread inside him and suddenly he was hot all over. What was left of his lips curled into a sneer, or a snarl more appropriately, and he swung his fist, aimed at the others face.
"Ohh, Doc, that's gonna leave a mark!" Abigail crowed, laughing her ghoulish laughter as Darren grunted, his face exploding with pain as the larger variant's fist collided with his jaw.
He wasn't seeing blue anymore.
Now all he saw was red.
All his hard work in this corridor, ruined by one damn section's marring. Now he'd have to start again, collect the paint, strip the walls, block the mural; work work work, and did Dmitri care?
Keeping upright was a challenge when his head was swimming from the pain of that punch, but his grip was strong and he kept locked onto the others shoulders, shoving forward and then up and around. Abigail all but howled at the maneuver, Darren scaling Dmitri like the larger man was a tree, his clawed fingers digging at the other's throat and shoulder and he locked his whole leg around the other's hips.
Close like this, there would be no room for full out punching. Close like this was how Darren fought best, all teeth and nails and ugly growling noise.