[He aims another punch at Theon's head but it stops just short, just to make the man flinch.]
It'd be a pain in the ass if this got back to me when you cool down, though... let's say you tripped down the stairs, yeah? [He crouches down in front of him, cocking his head to examine his face.] Might need a few more bruises to really sell it.
[ He tenses at the kiss but at least that was brief. He’s hunched over, head bowed as he waits, knowing what’s going to be coming, at least generally speaking.
The kick sends pain flaring through him and he falls forward, falling onto his hands and digging his fingers into the ground ]
[He leans over him, fingers gripping into his hair and yanking him back up onto his knees. He knows he's done a lot of damage already, and who knows if Theon can stay up on his own, but he isn't finished getting his anger out. He doesn't get an out until then.]
I'm sorry... [ The words are shaky at best. He doesn't fight when Dodger pulls him back to his knees, feeling the hair pull at his scalp painfully in Dodger's grip. He feels weak and breathing is difficult as each breath is accompanied by more pain from the broken ribs. ]
Don't be sorry. [His breath is hot in Theon's ear, low like the growl of a monster.] Be better.
[Theon is plunged into darkness again, as Dodger teleports him closer to the wall. By the time the room is clear again, he's already slamming Theon's head into the wall - and a second time for good measure, before letting him go.]
[ Reek, because he's Reek right now - not Theon, shudders. He can't do anything when he's teleported, but he hates that feeling but he can't do anything.
He groans as the other slams his head into the wall twice and he doesn't think he can stand up even leaning against the wall his vision is blurry. ]
[Dodger takes a step back, taking in the sight of him. A part of him feels genuine, positive joy at the blood, the bruising and the panic in the man's eyes. But a large, and rising, part feels guilt. There's a growing panic in the back of his mind, that he couldn't put into words just yet. It isn't satisfying, but it is cathartic.
There's a soft growl before he teleports closer to the door, slams his fist into it and breaks the wood away from the mangled mess of a door handle. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes full of menace.]
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[He aims another punch at Theon's head but it stops just short, just to make the man flinch.]
It'd be a pain in the ass if this got back to me when you cool down, though... let's say you tripped down the stairs, yeah? [He crouches down in front of him, cocking his head to examine his face.] Might need a few more bruises to really sell it.
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Yes. [ Because he can't really say no at this point. ]
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Good. Hold still.
[He leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to Theon's lips. Then he gets up, moves behind Theon and aims a kick across his shoulders.]
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The kick sends pain flaring through him and he falls forward, falling onto his hands and digging his fingers into the ground ]
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[He leans over him, fingers gripping into his hair and yanking him back up onto his knees. He knows he's done a lot of damage already, and who knows if Theon can stay up on his own, but he isn't finished getting his anger out. He doesn't get an out until then.]
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[Theon is plunged into darkness again, as Dodger teleports him closer to the wall. By the time the room is clear again, he's already slamming Theon's head into the wall - and a second time for good measure, before letting him go.]
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He groans as the other slams his head into the wall twice and he doesn't think he can stand up even leaning against the wall his vision is blurry. ]
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There's a soft growl before he teleports closer to the door, slams his fist into it and breaks the wood away from the mangled mess of a door handle. He glances back over his shoulder, eyes full of menace.]
Not a word, yeah?
[And with that, he disappears.]