"things you said with no space between us" for tabristair? :3c if yr feelin up to it
Prompt List | Tabristair Masterpost
I think it’s pretty obvious that I am always up for some Tabristair–although, my brain kinda interpreted this one kind of strangely.
“So–” Alistair strains his wrists against their binds, once again yielding no success. “–assuming we get out of this alive, let’s keep the rope out of the bedroom for a while, okay?”
Aeron rolls her eyes. “What do you mean, assuming? What happened to ‘my wife is an unstoppable goddess’?”
“I’ll take that as a sign you have a plan for getting us out of here, or that maybe you’ve hidden a knife somewhere that will help us now.”
Because wouldn’t that be fortunate? Still, she is not entirely without a plan.
“These chairs are made of wood. I don’t know how old they are, but maybe if–” Aeron jerks her body as hard to the left as possible. “Alistair–”
“What?”
“On three, I need you to move in the same direction as I am, as hard as you can.”
“You want me to what?”
“If we can knock the chairs over–if we can make it fall hard enough, we might be able to break the chairs–”
“That’s your plan?” Alistair asks, a genuine note of nervousness in his voice. “Are you sure you don’t have a knife hidden in your clothes somewhere?”
“On three,” Aeron insists. “Jerk to your right, push with your left foot. Got it?”
“My right?”
“Yes.”
“Which would be–”
“My left. Ready?”
“I…” Alistair lets out a short, sharp breath. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Aeron nods a little. “One. Two–”
The bound chairs tilt but remain upright. Without needing to speak, they try again, and again, and again, putting their combined weight into it. It’s their fifth attempt that does the trick. The Wardens fight the flutter in their stomachs as they experience the fall, the sudden stop of hitting the floor. Aeron’s vision briefly fills with stars given life from her head’s brief bounce against the floorboards.
“Alright,” she groans, “that was not part of the plan.”
