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Posted on May 29, 2013 at 05:33:51 PM by thoth
 i never learned to swim, how did i end up in the deep end? Thoth clings to the windowsill with his fingertips and tries not to cry. He’s been in stickier situations before, but not many. He’s not – has never been – a particularly physically strong boy; he’s not used to lifting anything much heavier than a fox. Certainly, with sweaty palms and shaking limbs, he stands no chance of being able to pull his own weight up onto the windowsill… and then what? The window is closed and probably locked from the inside. The sill isn’t large enough for him to sit on, and there are no handholds if he tried to stand. Four stories up, he is well and truly stuck on the side of the castle. For a moment, Thoth wishes he hadn’t sent Redwing away to find help. The parrot is not much use on his own, but it would at least be reassuring to have someone there. Maybe he should try flying again? He presses his knees against the side of the building and spreads his wings again hopefully, but he hasn’t the courage to push away and, as the wind catches his wings and threatens to break his grip, he panics again and folds them away. The sound of Redwing tapping against windows has gone, which either means someone has let him in or he’s given up and has flown off to find a night guard. Please come back soon, please… Thoth’s arms are already screaming in protest at being made to support his entire body from his fingertips, and only the sheer will to survive has kept him hanging on this long. Like music to his ears, he hears a familiar voice shout his name and cranes his neck to try and peer over his shoulder. Tristan is leaning out of the window about two or three stories down (it’s hard to judge distance from this angle) and staring up at him, while Redwing hops agitatedly on the windowsill. Well. This isn’t the stupidest thing Tris has caught him doing, although that doesn’t stop Thoth feeling like a prime idiot in front of his friend. “Oh, you know,” he yells back over his shoulder, trying to keep his voice from cracking. “Just hanging around.” What else is he supposed to say? ‘A parrot told me to jump off the roof of the castle, so I did’? Redwing squawks loudly, causing Thoth to crane his head again to look back down at the window. He’s just in time to see Tristan being yanked away and someone – a girl, as far as he can make out – takes his place. What’s Tris doing with a girl in his room? At night? Thoth is reasonably sure that Arthur wouldn’t allow his son to have a mixed-sex sleepover, the connotations for which he understands better than the prince. He didn’t even know Tris had any girl friends – or girlfriends – and is still trying to compute this when the girl yells up at him, causing a surge of irritation to flow through his gut. No shit. “Well, if I’m not interrupting anything important,” he shouts back down at her, “a little help would be fantastic.” no way to tell who's winning the fight |
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- we shall keep the shield wall fast - By t r i s t a n June 15, 2013 at 05:32:34 PM
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