It wasn't long after reentering the park that her eyes fell to Jake and Feferi, who had only just begun to spar and- HOLY SHIT.
Her eyes went wide before suddenly narrowing, her stomach clenching. Feferi's thighs were wound around his neck quicker than you could say "How's your father?", and for a man who was getting his ass handed to him, Jake English seemed to be right good and pleased. She clicked her tongue and tried to turn away as "round two" began, but it was obvious that they were both quite skilled, Feferi in particular. Jane would watch, but she didn't have to happy about it. She could already identify a few areas in which Jake could improve, largely in form, but otherwise he was quite good. And christ, the man could take a punch.
Speaking of, she saw his error as soon as he moved towards her, noting that Feferi did exactly as she would have done; used his momentum against him. What she wasn't banking on was her misjudged aim. Jane cried out his name in warning, but it was too late, Feferi's elbow slamming smack into Jake's face.
Wisps of static swirled around Jane in her panic as she ran forward, weaving in between people until she got to where Jake lay, fetal and shivering. It was so rare that she saw him in this state, so exuberant and happy-go-lucky was he. Usually, even hurt, he stayed relatively stalwart, if his earlier broken arm and subsequent thumbs up was any indication. But this was an entirely new ballgame, and his pain almost brought Jane to tears. Her heart pounded as she came to kneel at his side, brushing the hair from his face. Any jealousy revolving around Dirk and Feferi melted away for this moment. All she cared about was healing him.
Her eyes glowed bright, and she rose her hand, life already dancing between her fingertips. "I'm here, Jake..." she whispered soothingly, stroking his head as he shook. She wanted to calm him down a bit before shocking his system with life.
Jane To The Rescue
Her eyes went wide before suddenly narrowing, her stomach clenching. Feferi's thighs were wound around his neck quicker than you could say "How's your father?", and for a man who was getting his ass handed to him, Jake English seemed to be right good and pleased. She clicked her tongue and tried to turn away as "round two" began, but it was obvious that they were both quite skilled, Feferi in particular. Jane would watch, but she didn't have to happy about it. She could already identify a few areas in which Jake could improve, largely in form, but otherwise he was quite good. And christ, the man could take a punch.
Speaking of, she saw his error as soon as he moved towards her, noting that Feferi did exactly as she would have done; used his momentum against him. What she wasn't banking on was her misjudged aim. Jane cried out his name in warning, but it was too late, Feferi's elbow slamming smack into Jake's face.
Wisps of static swirled around Jane in her panic as she ran forward, weaving in between people until she got to where Jake lay, fetal and shivering. It was so rare that she saw him in this state, so exuberant and happy-go-lucky was he. Usually, even hurt, he stayed relatively stalwart, if his earlier broken arm and subsequent thumbs up was any indication. But this was an entirely new ballgame, and his pain almost brought Jane to tears. Her heart pounded as she came to kneel at his side, brushing the hair from his face. Any jealousy revolving around Dirk and Feferi melted away for this moment. All she cared about was healing him.
Her eyes glowed bright, and she rose her hand, life already dancing between her fingertips. "I'm here, Jake..." she whispered soothingly, stroking his head as he shook. She wanted to calm him down a bit before shocking his system with life.