[ the prisoners are slowly clawing their way up his body and leaving red, upraised marks across his skin with jagged nails as they tear holes through his clothes. church is so delirious with the pain from his busted knee that all he can do is squirm and half-crawl, half-drag himself across the floor with one elbow. his free hand is behind him, pushing against whatever he can reach, a face, a shoulder, just to get some goddamn space, enough to escape, enough to free himself and use the wall for support to stand.
turns out he doesn't have to do any of that.
tex swings into his field of vision just as a prisoner's hand closes over the back of his head and knocks his assailants on their asses with one well-timed kick. her strength is terrifying, but what's even more horrifying is how the kick doesn't seem to deter the prisoners for long. their limbs jerk and twitch as they roll back in church's direction, and before he even has a chance to groan oh shit, tex's arms are around him. ]
Ah — shit, wait, Tex, nooooooo.
[ truly, he has never sounded whinier or more pathetic than in this very moment.
as completely fucking embarrassing as it is to have your girlfriend effortlessly lift you into your arms like she's carrying home her sweet, country-grown damsel wife, church doesn't dare try to wiggle free. his leg is burning, and he draws a pained hiss through his teeth, biting at a corner of his lip and sliding his arm around her shoulder, his hand closing over the back of her neck to give her a firm squeeze. ]
I — [ as his knee is unexpectedly jolted, sending a red hot pain slicing down his calf and up his thigh: ] fuck, careful — I can walk, just —
[ — just completely ignore everything he's saying because clearly he can't walk, and for once, tex doesn't have to tell him to shut up herself. he snaps his mouth shut, grinding his teeth together and squeezing his eyes closed before he opens them wide, blinks twice to refocus.
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turns out he doesn't have to do any of that.
tex swings into his field of vision just as a prisoner's hand closes over the back of his head and knocks his assailants on their asses with one well-timed kick. her strength is terrifying, but what's even more horrifying is how the kick doesn't seem to deter the prisoners for long. their limbs jerk and twitch as they roll back in church's direction, and before he even has a chance to groan oh shit, tex's arms are around him. ]
Ah — shit, wait, Tex, nooooooo.
[ truly, he has never sounded whinier or more pathetic than in this very moment.
as completely fucking embarrassing as it is to have your girlfriend effortlessly lift you into your arms like she's carrying home her sweet, country-grown damsel wife, church doesn't dare try to wiggle free. his leg is burning, and he draws a pained hiss through his teeth, biting at a corner of his lip and sliding his arm around her shoulder, his hand closing over the back of her neck to give her a firm squeeze. ]
I — [ as his knee is unexpectedly jolted, sending a red hot pain slicing down his calf and up his thigh: ] fuck, careful — I can walk, just —
[ — just completely ignore everything he's saying because clearly he can't walk, and for once, tex doesn't have to tell him to shut up herself. he snaps his mouth shut, grinding his teeth together and squeezing his eyes closed before he opens them wide, blinks twice to refocus.
so much for their first "date" off the moira! ]