alphabet challenge - p

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 A tiny bit more on dear Lucas Lafey; just a random bit, and I think it goes right before the end of part 1? Probably. That feels right. Oh Lucas.

 

P. - Life & Death

 

He falls.

 

A hand lashes out instinctively, grasping for something, anything to hold to, and pain–ice cold agony–sinks into his skin but he forces his hand to keep clutching.

 

Finding the ground beneath his feet is a relief. He has to force his other hand to let go, to pull his fingers out of the Weave one at a time, tears stinging his eyes and spilling down his face. He tries to stay quiet, glancing around in the dark.

 

The mere idea of trying to make a light near makes him vomit.

 

(He’s never let himself pull so hard on the Weave it became a physical presence, and his hand pulses with dull, icey ache that won’t stop, fluttering as fast as his heart.)

 

He hears something stir in the dark and tries to hold his breath. Easy enough other than not being easy at all.

 

(Lucas reminds himself he has no idea what is moving, and that he has no weapon other than his ability to use and bend the Weave, and it causes him to spasm, the idea of shoving his hands back into the thread so shortly after it tearing into his hand.)

 

To think he has to trust Gavyn to get him back out of this.

 

He takes a step forward, slow, quiet the way Natalya taught him.

 

Relying on people is for fools.