Mariam held her breath, as the rock crumbled, the barrier fell, and Gabe was there on the ground, before she let out a sigh of relief and crumpled onto the floor next to him, her breathing erratic as everything started to catch up, to settle in on just how close to being super fucked they had just been.
She had been afraid. Her, she had been afraid that this was the way she lost him. Her and afraid weren't acquainted by any means, she was the brave one of the two of them, sometimes stupidly so, but.. no this time she had been actually afraid. And that hand on his shoulder was the only thing that was keeping her from crying, she realized, as her fingers gripped the fabric of his robe.
Her fingers still held to his robe, the only thing that was keeping them still, even as she fought the tremble that ran through the rest of her body.
@Gabriel Poulin
We throw the plan to the wind, remember?She finally laughed out as he rolled over, and she finally reached out a trembling hand to rest on his shoulder.
She had been afraid. Her, she had been afraid that this was the way she lost him. Her and afraid weren't acquainted by any means, she was the brave one of the two of them, sometimes stupidly so, but.. no this time she had been actually afraid. And that hand on his shoulder was the only thing that was keeping her from crying, she realized, as her fingers gripped the fabric of his robe.
Too close.She finally said, her voice hitching slightly. They had taken some risky jobs before, but this one, the amount of traps that had been laid, what had they agreed to? It was too close a call for her to be any semblance of comfortable with. This felt personal, in an odd way. Was there anyone out there who would want the two of them dead? Probably, they tended to leave a trail of thefts behind them, two justifiable cases of self-defense deaths (she still had nightmares of that night), and the occasional gambling debt, but none of it was enough for anyone to want either of them dead, she reasoned, as she let her breath catch up, the adrenaline that had been pumping through her starting to wear off now.
It feels personal. Someone sent us down here to die.It was the only explanation. Sure they had their share of misadventure, but this.. it was just too personal to not be intentional.
Her fingers still held to his robe, the only thing that was keeping them still, even as she fought the tremble that ran through the rest of her body.
How close was camp from here?She might have to beg for a quick nap right there before she could make it any further.
@Gabriel Poulin
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