#ardentflew: nalfein

[xfindingtrouble]

[ THROAT ] for Percy from Nalfein because I like to cause problems

[ THROAT ]: nalfein pins percy to the wall by placing a hand or forearm against his throat.

percy snarls, pushing back in response to the pressure at his throat. when the other's forearm presses harder on his windpipe in the struggle of it all, it's enough to remind percy of his position. despite his irritation, he was not in control of the situation. He could thrash, kick & bite but he only had as much time to fight as the other allowed him. each breath was at their mercy. the thought is enough to reign him in long enough to think, asses the situation despite the frustration dictating his instincts.

rage simmers dangerously in his chest, feeling strangely like a cornered animal. he counts each heavy heartbeat in his ears, steadying his thoughts. each steady beat is a threat, waiting, watching for an opening. this was... less than ideal.his gaze bears down on the other, the air between them tangible. percy's spite on its own could fill the space. ( he's sure his glasses are crooked from the altercation. )

" what do you want? " his words sound strangely like a threat for someone with a limited amount of air going into their lungs. he is in no position to be making demands & yet he is doing precisely that. this is hardly the scariest thing he's faced in his life & is unwilling to allude to any sort of fear. so he defaults to anger, anticipating how many seconds it may be to reach the gun at his hip. It would be hard to use up close, but devastating nonetheless. he's looking for a reason to lash out, the opportunity to retaliate. so green eyes meet their gaze, stubborn. he's still riding the high of fury, absolute in his defiance, " you're picking the wrong fight. "