the things we hold are always the first to go
Uh oh. Well, shit. Ronin’s eyes widened as one of the beams began to slip, and before he could so much as let out a curse of surprise it had come crashing down. Two choices faced him, though in reality only the one counted. Of course he didn’t get out of the way - in what life had that ever been an option for Ronin. So he let the beam fall, reaching out to wrap an arm around it and hold it tightly, bracing his shoulder for the impact.
And it did impact, and it did fucking hurt, but that didn’t mean he was going to let it go. ”So if we could put this one up right quick that would be dandy,” he said, offering a wobbly smirk between Quanil and Libbs. ”Her name is Sugar,” he said of the dragon who was desperately trying to reinforce Maea’s ice. ”Of course you can. Sooner the better, in fact.” What with the beam and all.
Ronin tries to catch the beam and brace it against his shoulder so it doesn’t fall and can be fixed back in place. Sugar continues to try and reinforce the ice!
And it did impact, and it did fucking hurt, but that didn’t mean he was going to let it go. ”So if we could put this one up right quick that would be dandy,” he said, offering a wobbly smirk between Quanil and Libbs. ”Her name is Sugar,” he said of the dragon who was desperately trying to reinforce Maea’s ice. ”Of course you can. Sooner the better, in fact.” What with the beam and all.
Ronin tries to catch the beam and brace it against his shoulder so it doesn’t fall and can be fixed back in place. Sugar continues to try and reinforce the ice!
