thecanarylives: (neutral: hands hips)
thecanarylives ([personal profile] thecanarylives) wrote in [personal profile] dark_ages 2020-06-14 05:42 am (UTC)

[ Concussions aside, she's made a conscious effort lately to try and keep everything friendly and platonic between them. Still, even encountering him in the halls felt awkward and stilted at times - a tight smile, a professional nod, entirely normal for anyone passing by but somehow still leaving a strange after-taste in its wake.

This is the most time they've actually spent together since that night and breakfast the morning after. The realization tugs at her out of nowhere, and for a fleeting moment it's comforting to know they've gotten this far without things getting any more awkward.

She leads the way back up the mountain, picking the way up carefully as the path starts to narrow and the ground starts to turn rocky. The further up they climb, the steeper the drop to their right, jagged rocks jutting out to a sharp angle down the side of the cliff. ]


How are you with heights? [ she asks innocently, the flat of her hand pressing to the stone wall at her left for balance. ]

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