[ One soft observation does more to ground him than anything else has, or anything else could have. It's so goddamn much, just what it implies. The absolute sweetness it carries, the-
He's never had that before. This. Never had someone tell him that, though he's seen it in movies and he's read it in books. Then Mace buttons it all the way up, and he silently inhales so deeply his lungs feel stretched out.
Oh no.
But they gotta go, they need to focus.
The crowbar goes up in his right hand, their bundle of supplies tucked under his left arm and ready to drop in a heartbeat if he needs to start swinging. Strangely, he doesn't feel frightened by the sudden exposure - maybe he's at max capacity already, or maybe he's still a little numb from the shock of it all. In any case, there's a steadfastness to him as he follows Mace out.
Even has the audacity to sound a little wry. ]
You just gonna carry that the whole time?
[ He could've made it a little less unwieldy, or if they had the time he could put a wrist strap on it. Hell, if they'd had a couple hours he could make Mace an entire fucking suit of armor (poorly crafted and clanky as hell) to make him a knight properly.
They ascend, their position given away by torchlight even though their footsteps are quiet. It's unlikely, he thinks, that they'll have any kind of element of surprise. ]
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He's never had that before. This. Never had someone tell him that, though he's seen it in movies and he's read it in books. Then Mace buttons it all the way up, and he silently inhales so deeply his lungs feel stretched out.
Oh no.
But they gotta go, they need to focus.
The crowbar goes up in his right hand, their bundle of supplies tucked under his left arm and ready to drop in a heartbeat if he needs to start swinging. Strangely, he doesn't feel frightened by the sudden exposure - maybe he's at max capacity already, or maybe he's still a little numb from the shock of it all. In any case, there's a steadfastness to him as he follows Mace out.
Even has the audacity to sound a little wry. ]
You just gonna carry that the whole time?
[ He could've made it a little less unwieldy, or if they had the time he could put a wrist strap on it. Hell, if they'd had a couple hours he could make Mace an entire fucking suit of armor (poorly crafted and clanky as hell) to make him a knight properly.
They ascend, their position given away by torchlight even though their footsteps are quiet. It's unlikely, he thinks, that they'll have any kind of element of surprise. ]