For a fragment of a fraction of a second, he is unmoving, sitting and watching the scene unfold.
And then, he is following.
(He is careful not to curse at her, for pulling such a stunt on him.)
Her feet rake across the tall grass before there is a rush of air and dust, and then they are both going up, with power and force of sheer will. His arms are locked strongly around her torso (and she may notice she is lighter, slightly?) and he will not drop her.
"I was going to jump--" he points out, banking right to avoid a tree.
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Date: 2012-03-11 07:55 pm (UTC)And then, he is following.
(He is careful not to curse at her, for pulling such a stunt on him.)
Her feet rake across the tall grass before there is a rush of air and dust, and then they are both going up, with power and force of sheer will. His arms are locked strongly around her torso (and she may notice she is lighter, slightly?) and he will not drop her.
"I was going to jump--" he points out, banking right to avoid a tree.