WIP Wednesday
Tagged by @gatesofminrathous and @epiphany-jones, thank you for the tags!!! I just updated Handful, and I'm hearing rumblings from more than one person that the angst scares them, so what if I gave you a little taste of the Illario visit fic? It's already 3k and nowhere near done. I think it's shaping up to be a multi-parter.
"You doing okay back there?" Camina asks, pausing at a bend in endless fucking switchbacks. Illario wants to scream at her, but he cannot get fucking air into his lungs. "I'm fine." It is less convincing than he would like around panting breaths. "You sure? We can take a break any time." "I work out at the gym every fucking day. I'm fine." Camina nods. "It's the altitude, my guy. We're way higher here than in Treviso." He glares at her, but he does stop in the shade of a spindly little tree to catch his breath. It's not fair that she's barely broken a sweat. Camina is not only short, but possesses none of the obvious markers Illario would expect from someone who spends her weekends climbing mountains. She looks like someone who enjoys bookstores rather than switchbacks. That illusion had been quickly shattered about a mile into the hike. And that's to say nothing of the demonic dog whose tail wags happily while Camina uses the break to give her a drink from a collapsible water bowl attached to her pack via a carabiner. Why did he agree to go on this hike again?
It might be the altitude. It might also be the fact that he mostly goes to the gym for the selfies and to pick up people, but what do I know?
Tagging @thewyvernrising, @qaanngi, @sorrygoldfish, and @blightwashed if you're feeling so inclined!