There are hands on him, and Jason moves before his eyes will open, cursing the sluggishness that came with the shock of impact. His fingers close around a wrist too slight to feel dangerous - Lux, he thinks, always her, always first - and blinks into the sun haloing a dark head of hair.
"Effy," he exhales, struggling up to scan the area. "Get - " Fuck, where are they? Is his attacker invisible? Who the fuck can even do that here? His back aches, shoulders scraped raw and aching but forgotten when the ground seems to quiver beneath his feet. "Get behind me."
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Date: 2011-09-13 06:50 pm (UTC)"Effy," he exhales, struggling up to scan the area. "Get - " Fuck, where are they? Is his attacker invisible? Who the fuck can even do that here? His back aches, shoulders scraped raw and aching but forgotten when the ground seems to quiver beneath his feet. "Get behind me."