#deathcomes

ADRENALINE SURGES--- an energy that courses through him & drowns out his other senses--- heartbeat is a THUNDERING sensation in his ears , pounding behind his eyes & despite the VERTIGO that it accords , jack’s certain he’s never felt more CONFIDENT---

squaring up against reyes , the edges of jack’s vision PULSES , narrowing his center of focus down on commanding officer in a manner that he REFUSES to find symbolism in , made easy given his CURRENT STATE---

all he can comprehend is that reyes’ is here , & jack REALLY wants to face him on the mats--- there’s a yearning to PROVE HIMSELF , to catch reyes’ eyes & show that jack’s not just another nameless recruit---& now he’s GOT HIS CHANCE , & coupled with the effects of the recent serum injection , it makes him feel SO HIGH------         ---until he feels low , low ,  LOW---

------vision returns to him , unobstructed by the shaky edges ; he’s free to CLEARLY take in the mat below him , apparently having hunched forward at some point---oh , there’s a splatter of bile between his feet ; & oh , there’s the heat of SHAME crawling up the back of his neck---

jack straightens , eyes wide ; victim of unexpected & minor black-out, brief loss-of-self not enough to knock him off his feet , but enough to return to him some amount of CLARITY--- he gapes across the space at reyes , automatically lifting an arm to swipe a wrist across his mouth . in the awkward silence , he coughs , gets another sense of SICKNESS sweeping through him---

𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — he’d thought their fate had been sealed , that they were to part, and be separated for eternity, and all anger which he had felt for the other had all subsided , now , within his presence he mutters words softly as he moves impetuously towards him. ❛ my achilles ,  ❜  he need not say any more.   @deathcomes​  [ for achilles ]

“[pins Jack to floor]” // uwu // training / tension // @deathcomes​ 

HE HITS THE GROUND , head BOUNCING against the mat TWICE, putting a grimace on his face ; & when body SETTLES with the impact , jack opens his eyes & finds his vision filled with GABRIEL--- a pulse of ELECTRICITY thrums through him , prominent enough that it SURPRISES him to find reyes not JOLTED by the shock, given that the weight of the man has settled COMFORTABLY atop jack ; & oh , isn’t this a familiar scene from his dreams ?

color FLOODS his face , already heated from exertion of combat , & he finds himself hoping that gabriel - for all his perceptiveness - doesn’t PICK UP on it - just ONCE , let the man be too excited over his WIN to pay much mind , a contrast to jack’s NORMAL internal monologue wherein all he wants is for reyes to NOTICE HIM---

...but even trapped beneath gabe , jack’s not one to so easily CONCEDE--- it’s why they CHOSE HIM , isn’t it ? his DETERMINATION , his TENACITY - his unwillingness to GIVE IN despite how LITTLE chance for victory there seemed to be--- a stray thought admits that he isn’t too eager to put up a fight while caught in this position , & another chimes in that this feels like a win ANYWAY---

                                                         “ don’t get TOO SMUG up there--- ”

words BREATHLESS , another thing for which jack hopes reyes may be too busy GLOATING to read into ;

Calloused thumb and forefinger slide imperiously to his face, gripping lightly at his chin. Though they are matched in height it’s times like this that Gabriel seems to tower above the world, drinking in the smooth lines of his companion’s face with the ferocious gaze of a curious predator. He tilts his own head, keen earthen hues zeroed in upon the slope of the corner of Jack’s mouth, before his own thins in displeasure. “That cut isn’t healed yet. It’s ruining your Cover Girl facade.” // @deathcomes​

he’d be LYING if he said he didn’t like the INTENSITY of the look reyes studies him with--- it’s a THOROUGH sort of once-over that has jack feeling stripped bare , like gabriel’s looking INTO him & has found something worth the attention--- it’s CARNIVOROUS , & jack would consider letting himself play PREY if he weren’t instead intent on settling the other with a HARDENED look .

there’s a combative EDGE to his own gaze , defiance painted in the set of his jaw , expecting CHASTISEMENT , though gearing himself up for it with a CHALLENGING look that DARES reyes’ to comment---

& comment certainly comes , jack holding steeled expression  until the remark passes reyes’ lips ; he almost doesn’t register the words , despite how intently he’s watching gabe’s mouth form them---he’ll blame the ringing in his ears , & not the overwhelming sensation of HEAT being that which drowns out everything else .

---but when he acknowledges the statement properly , there’s a HUFF , a roll of blue eyes ; he meets the quip with one of his own :

@deathcomes asked:  “ your eyes can be so cruel … ”

  There’s a frown hidden beneath that mask, eyes meeting the others in a soft glare. Brows knit, head cocked slightly. There was a small squint to red eyes, almost judgmental.

  “Some say that eyes are the gateways to the soul.” A saying that was usually thoughtful, caring... But the words almost came across as bitter.  “I suppose those words have rang true.”

A sigh, fists clenching tighter as he moves his head to look away. He was angry inside, unsure of himself. Staring from the outskirts refusing to let people in. The anger leeched out, left him with those seemingly careless eyes. Ones which were so judgmental. Though he couldn’t stop himself. 

  He was usually quiet, reserved, eyes the only indication of what he was truly thinking. The only gateway people had to what went on inside. So much could be read in the small section that could be seen, especially for those who spent any amount of time with the Cyborg.