[ Her mouth had opened to argue before she realized the futility of the task; at this point, bickering with him came as a reflex, one rooted in the principle of the matter, anathema to reason. She resolutely schooled that impulse into silence, and the effort showed in the set of her jaw that bordered on a childlike pout.
(She was not ninety pounds, and he damn well knew. He only wanted to irritate her anyway.)
Still, despite the posturing maturity of her silence, she made a show of stomping over to the edge of the cliff, dismissing his overblown invitation by refusing it a second glance. She tethered the metal cord to an ancient tree, wide around the base, by using the clip at the end of it. The click of metal satisfied her of its sturdiness, and she backed up directly to the edge of the cliff and peered over, not with wariness, but with careful estimation.
It was a long way down. She hoped he knew what he was doing without her up there to guide him; she didn't want to scrape him off the mine floor. ]
Don't fall.
[ The order made no attempt to disguise that her concern was for her sake and not for his: she refused to examine the concern on a deep enough level to consider what the loss would actually do to her, considering the steely bond between them. Could death break something like that?
Rather than think on it, she tipped the arch of her feet over the cliff, knees locked, and staggered downwards into ninety degree angle against the wall. Then, once steady, she took a few large bounds to scale it, gliding down the wire without trouble in a show that was more guided falling than anything more profound. ]
routine is suuuuuper good for mindset i'm both fatigued by school and glad it's back
(She was not ninety pounds, and he damn well knew. He only wanted to irritate her anyway.)
Still, despite the posturing maturity of her silence, she made a show of stomping over to the edge of the cliff, dismissing his overblown invitation by refusing it a second glance. She tethered the metal cord to an ancient tree, wide around the base, by using the clip at the end of it. The click of metal satisfied her of its sturdiness, and she backed up directly to the edge of the cliff and peered over, not with wariness, but with careful estimation.
It was a long way down. She hoped he knew what he was doing without her up there to guide him; she didn't want to scrape him off the mine floor. ]
Don't fall.
[ The order made no attempt to disguise that her concern was for her sake and not for his: she refused to examine the concern on a deep enough level to consider what the loss would actually do to her, considering the steely bond between them. Could death break something like that?
Rather than think on it, she tipped the arch of her feet over the cliff, knees locked, and staggered downwards into ninety degree angle against the wall. Then, once steady, she took a few large bounds to scale it, gliding down the wire without trouble in a show that was more guided falling than anything more profound. ]