The climb continued.
The top was almost in arm's reach.
She kept her eyes on the prize, determined. The Guardian had impressed her. That she'd even got her competitive juices flowing on the wall was surprising and cool.
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The climb continued.
The top was almost in arm's reach.
She kept her eyes on the prize, determined. The Guardian had impressed her. That she'd even got her competitive juices flowing on the wall was surprising and cool.
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How. High. Was. This.
At least the top was close. Felt like forever. It was the silence. Nothing since that growl. Shit. He shouldn't have made that crack. Was she pissed? He paused to wipe his face against his arm, smearing sweat across the sleeve.
Who's bright idea was this, anyway?
Suck it up, buttercup.
He kept moving. Slow and steady didn't win shit, but it got you there.
So close to the end, and Asp slipped again. What the actual fuck?!
Once more, she was hanging, so close to the end as Cut pulled some tortoise-and-hare shit. She grunted in pain, the strain on her arm actually really not very nice at all.
It occurred to Asp that she probably needed to cool down. Was she usually this feisty? She thought not, but hey. There was a sick burn in her arm going on. She'd need a serious stretch once this was done.
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There was sweat. In his eyes.
Ow.
Things like that? Exactly why he didn't do things like this.
Suddenly sweatbands made sense. Sure, they looked dumb as all get out, but, the alternative.
Really? He never thought he'd find himself wanting a headband so much.
Asp groaned in pain as she pulled herself up, getting her footing. She found her rhythm again quickly, tapping the top and rubbing her arm. "Fuck," she hissed. That hurt. Thankfully, Life. It was expected that Arrow would be physically fit, but using Life to heal the aches and pains was a part of the Adamant Way. The Supernal is the Self, and all that.
"Nice climb," she said, panting a little and flashing Cut a tired smile. There was sweat there, too, and aching. "You're pretty good at this, man."
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A hand flopped over the top like a fish out of water.
Done, yes? Please.
No. Apparently he had to pull himself up and over. Why couldn't you just... ring a bell... or something. Then get pulled up and over. There had to be a Suggestion Box. He was Suggesting that. Seriously.
That was totally not fatigue drool he left on the edge as he slid up and over.
"Oh. My. God."
He rolled over on his back, staring straight up.
There was more to say, but his diaphragm disagreed.
Fist bump.
Asp fistbumped him back - with the hand further from him, because the arm closer to him hurt - then reached to her belt for the Evian bottle. "Water?"
She sat down there at the top, looking out over Pipeworks, and offered him the bottle as she panted. Yup. Sweaty as fuck. A shower was so going to be a thing later. Preferably a long, hot one until her shitty hot water tank could handle no more.
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What an excellent question.
He wanted the water. Could imagine it, even. But that meant getting up. Can't drink laying down.
Finally, he got himself into a sitting position. Arms protested vehemently at being used to move his body around. As far as they were concerned, they had done their bit for the day. Week, maybe.
"Yes, please."
Sips. Slow sips. Plenty of time to breathe.
Carefully. Don't be that Backwash Person.
"Thanks."
His breathing was slowly returning to normal, and those dark spots that had appeared in his vision when he'd sat up were fading. He passed the water back.
"You, too. But, seriously, I was just trying not to fall off. You didn't have to hold back. Sorry about that crack. I was just, you know, letting you know you didn't have to babysit me."
Asp accepted the bottle back gratefully, drinking deeply. Apparently, she wasn't too worried about backwash. Thirst was more important. Plus, Life.
At his apology, she waved it off and gave him a 'no worries' sort of smile. "Oh, man, don't even worry about it. I'm... uh... well, I get competitive. It's a Club Thing."
An Arrow, physical competitive? Who would've thunk it?
"But yeah. It's cool. I was getting annoyed at myself for not performing. But then, boom, got most of the way up the wall, right?"
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"Uh. I'd be kind of worried if you weren't. Legit."
Yeah. Lackadaisical Arrows, they weren't really Arrows, right?
"I mean, yeah, I kind of assumed it was A Thing for you guys. A valuable thing." His words came out slowly; part because he was still recovering, but part from sincerity.
"And, I didn't really notice," he laughed. "I was just trying to, you know, make it. So. Ummm. Is that why you joined the Club? Because you're competitive? Or, like, was that something you got after."
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