“Aren’t you lucky I’m just feeling so charitable today,” the amusement is in his voice, but the brick house of a man just moves to grab the other’s arm, careful not to grip too hard, and pull him up. khal’kru doesn’t let go until he’s steady on his feet again.
———HE DROPPED TO THE GROUND WITH THE KIND OF FORCE THAT ONLY CAME FROM AN EXHAUSTED BODY. catching his breath, the man heaved himself onto two feet, careful not to stumble as he finally reached the top of the pass.
❝ i’d be luckier if you weren’t so damn hard to find. ❞
“Damn, I’m surprised that worked.” khal doesn’t give praise freely, yet here he is nonetheless. eyes watch with little care, despite the… semi-kind words. ever the enigma, he is.
———❝ A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE. i could beg? i’m very good at begging. ❞ trying to lift himself over the steep edge, the man wiped his sweat-riddle face with his dangling arm. somehow, his initiative to get to the other’s level ended in an overexertion of his telekinetic ability and upper body strength. this was some real bullshit.
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