the soft voice urging him to stop is initially ignored, but his fists are noticeably
less tight, his movements slower. knuckles are covered in the red fluid, though
it's hard to realize how much of it is his. the warmth that soon places upon his
left arm and follows on his shoulder is all he needs to stop all at once, taking in
sharp breaths as he straightens his back. travis isn't necessarily happy with
their proximity or how easily he's reacted to her contact and stopped his tracks;
he makes no attempt to hide his displeasure, but the sight he soon catches
a glimpse of is enough to have him frown and press his mouth in a thin line.
ignoring the attention he's brought on himself, he turns his head enough to
see her properly. intention was to reprimand her for interrupting and walking
in the middle of what he'd describe as a private business, but he is soon
remembered of her state of possible dizziness. hues move from her face to
her skull, a grimace soon filling his features. he knows better than to leave it
unattended, and, despite his desire to show the mewling bastard that it was
unacceptable for him to be within a ten mile radius of thea, he attempts to
push her off his shoulder softly as he releases the male below him. the glare
he throws the crowd is enough to keep them at bay -- his reputation does
precede him. placing his arm underneath her own and around her waist,
placing hers over his shoulder, he stands up and begins to walk away from
the scene, only shooting a glance back to ensure the other didn't die after his
actions. despite the clear disgust that glints on his hues, and his obvious
reaction, he doesn't wish to carry the burden over his shoulders again.
he doesn't know if she wishes to go with him or not, but he's already carried
himself and her alongside to the parking lot, not willing to let her go on her
own while unattended and clearly bothered by the bruise on her head. his own
truck is parked close to the track, and he quickly walks towards it. quickly
taking out his keys and unlocking its doors, he carefully tries to open the
passenger side, helping her to take a seat. it isn't until that moment that he
realizes, again, he's lost his temper for her. with a clear mind he is suddenly
aware of how little the other did to purposely harm her -- but the mere thought
of him placing his hand over her is enough to ignite the spark again. he didn't
push her, no, but he would have done something if he hadn't gotten there.
still, that doesn't entirely justify how much he's lost it, or how he allowed her to
have such a strong hold over him even without noticing. it pisses him off
greatly, but the boiling anger within him is different from the one he experienced
not long ago. leaving some space in between them and moving away, he lets
out a scoff, thinking on brushing away his messy ringlets out of his face but
deciding against it; the blood was somewhat dry on his own hands, he wouldn't
risk giving an even more dangerous vibe with red stains on his forehead.
instead, he returns his attention to the matter at hand -- the girl that pushes his
buttons and drives him crazy in more than one way. blue eyes look for her own,
his face remaining almost expressionless except for the clear distaste on a
growing scowl.
"you just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" he manages to let out, even with the
clear hypocrisy on his words. it is not like he wants to say something else,
or if he even knows what could be spoken. he is not about to explain himself
or his reasoning. besides, he, himself, was still confused. he can't bring himself
to find the first aid kit right away, either.
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