The beat thrums with his pulse as he breathes, fists clenched at his sides as Snart pulls himself to his feet with a defensive glare. Nobody gets to touch him. Nobody gets to hurt him. Not on his watch.
The complaint snaps him from his rage and he blinks as the goddamn staff shows up too late. "You're welcome smartass."
And with that he's tackled to the ground hard, forehead bouncing off the floor and the world goes a little grey and fuzzy around the edges.
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Date: 2018-03-04 02:34 am (UTC)Mine.
The beat thrums with his pulse as he breathes, fists clenched at his sides as Snart pulls himself to his feet with a defensive glare. Nobody gets to touch him. Nobody gets to hurt him. Not on his watch.
The complaint snaps him from his rage and he blinks as the goddamn staff shows up too late. "You're welcome smartass."
And with that he's tackled to the ground hard, forehead bouncing off the floor and the world goes a little grey and fuzzy around the edges.