[ the fact that we didn't die on impact is incredible i'm sooo proud of us
flying, is what it feels like. even if it's painful, even if the cold is unbearable and unfamiliar and unlike anything he's ever felt, for a brief and glorious moment, of cold air and shivery moonlight, it's flight. and then the surface hits, and that's the end of that. he feels that impact like a train, the crunch of reality onto already badly broken bones.
he could sink, is the thing. if he let himself go, gave into the darkness, wouldn't that pain just end? wouldn't he just die? -- but after seven weeks in the heavens, hasn't taair learned that death does not serve him at all?
his eyes snap open as the world goes dark. his limbs feel heavy, his lungs empty, but there's a tiny child and three dear friends in danger, and like hell he's going to be the deadweight that forces them all to sink. blue eyes go up, up, up to the moon overhead like they have a thousand times before, and taair and starts to push himself upwards with all the strength he has left, starts to try to kick out of the heavier parts of his armor, too. slender little thing, not made for carrying such heavy padding. do you know he actually doesn't know how to swim? haha.
however with a [14] because that is the single best roll i've had since like the beginning of this cyoa we're gonna say Save The Baby And My Friends adrenaline is what keeps him from drowning instantly. he's right behind richie, grabbing for adolphe and hawke and grabbing also for the baby in case he squirms too far free. UP WE GO TO THE ICE SHELF ]
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flying, is what it feels like. even if it's painful, even if the cold is unbearable and unfamiliar and unlike anything he's ever felt, for a brief and glorious moment, of cold air and shivery moonlight, it's flight. and then the surface hits, and that's the end of that. he feels that impact like a train, the crunch of reality onto already badly broken bones.
he could sink, is the thing. if he let himself go, gave into the darkness, wouldn't that pain just end? wouldn't he just die? -- but after seven weeks in the heavens, hasn't taair learned that death does not serve him at all?
his eyes snap open as the world goes dark. his limbs feel heavy, his lungs empty, but there's a tiny child and three dear friends in danger, and like hell he's going to be the deadweight that forces them all to sink. blue eyes go up, up, up to the moon overhead like they have a thousand times before, and taair and starts to push himself upwards with all the strength he has left, starts to try to kick out of the heavier parts of his armor, too. slender little thing, not made for carrying such heavy padding. do you know he actually doesn't know how to swim? haha.
however with a [14] because that is the single best roll i've had since like the beginning of this cyoa we're gonna say Save The Baby And My Friends adrenaline is what keeps him from drowning instantly. he's right behind richie, grabbing for adolphe and hawke and grabbing also for the baby in case he squirms too far free. UP WE GO TO THE ICE SHELF ]