JohnTav- Kismesis
Rated M
How does one avoid a charging bull? The answer is they don't.
Hence the reason John didn't even attempt to dodge the incoming troll running directly for him. It's funny how even as an heir of breath he could feel the wind knock out of him once the Taurus' head made contact with his stomach. It was clumsy enough that it didn't cause any serious damage, but that did not mean it didn't hurt. He was knocked back off his feet and onto his bottom. He let out a sharp gasp for air as Tavros tilted his head up to glare at the other. When John made eye contact he couldn't help the shiver that went down his back.
Tavros had the eyes of an enraged wild animal; a bull that wanted to keep charging until it couldn't anymore. Before he could blink a hand was roughly pushing him down onto his back. He yelped and began to struggle beneath the troll, but to no avail. He thought for a moment before deciding the best thing to do was look just as intimidating as the other in this current situation.
He narrowed his eyes and tried to keep his voice from shaking as he spoke. "Congratulations, you tackled me to the ground. Something you couldn't do to the girl who made you such a tool."
No, no, that was a horrible thing to say. Tavros only seemed to get angrier, and the hand that was previously pushing him down was beginning to trail down his chest.
"I'll show you," Tavros leaned in and whispered into the raven haired boy's ear. John held his breath as a warm hand slid under his shirt.
"Fuck you!" He spat out as Tavros apparently gained enough confidence to suddenly start smirking.
"I'll be doing that in a moment."
Dave is not going to be happy about this.