With one long sweeping motion of his arm, he grabs Glitch around the chest, pulling him to the side and behind him; his other arm parries Jeb's first blow to his face and swings around to pin his arm to his side.
His son, screaming and crying and so very angry; his lover, confused and protective; and Cain, unable to get so much as Jeb's name out, he's too scared, too horrified to be in the middle of this to get one, precious little word out.
The next blow slams into his ear, and somehow Jeb wrenches his pinned down arm out of his grip; but he knows it's a losing battle for his son. It's a losing battle for both of them, because blow after blow and word after word, and for every garbled outcry Jeb is crumbling into his arms.
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Date: 2009-08-12 09:06 am (UTC)His son, screaming and crying and so very angry; his lover, confused and protective; and Cain, unable to get so much as Jeb's name out, he's too scared, too horrified to be in the middle of this to get one, precious little word out.
The next blow slams into his ear, and somehow Jeb wrenches his pinned down arm out of his grip; but he knows it's a losing battle for his son. It's a losing battle for both of them, because blow after blow and word after word, and for every garbled outcry Jeb is crumbling into his arms.
And finally, "Jeb, no, shh. I'm here. I'm here."