is there somewhere?
03-08-2016, 09:25 PM
Lark really didn't like thinking of what could have happened. He'd avoided thinking about that stuff with Finch. He would've been out for blood if she'd been more hurt than she had been; it was the fact that he had resigned himself to thinking about the facts, rather than the possibilities of what could have happened, that he'd kept himself together. Perhaps he was going through the same thing right now. Sure, he could've been seriously hurt. Maybe even died if he'd been knocked out and swept down the rapids. But he was fine now, and that was what really mattered. A soft sigh left his lips as he took a step away from her. He wasn't using to be prodded over - he was the strong Destruction, not the one that needed to be checked up on and cared for. He was the one that was supposed to do the caring for, not the other way around. Lark swore he felt his limbs quivering underneath him, though he knew the instability of his gait was likely not visible. The slight, dull ache in his chest made him feel anxious more than anything; their perfect night had been shaken so quickly and he blamed himself for it. He just needed to jump a second later than he had. That was it. "I dunno," he murmured, pulling away and beginning to pad away from the river's edge. He peeked at her over his left shoulder, silently inviting her to join him. "We'll go back over tomorrow," Lark would tell her, offering an absent shrug to accompany his words. The rapids should be safer then, he concluded. They could see the safest path across and get over it easily, when the sun was high in the sky. "Guess we find somewhere to sleep now." If he could get to sleep, that was. It seemed like all their outings recently ended like this - with the two of them needing to find somewhere inconvenient to den together. He had no complaints, but he couldn't help feeling like an idiot. It was nothing like how he'd felt after the siege, but it was high up on his list. |
