❝ And that's Marlowe - better known as Mar...❞
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞. You rarely catch her without sand-covered skin and dark locks winded up from saltwater. Born and raised on the island, with a house that radiates...
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"𝐑ight, hold on—"
"Really?"
"That was easier than expected."
She turns to the three boys. While freeing a deep, yet quavering breath, she urges for the rope. "Come on, then."
JJ rakes a steady hand through his tousled locks, biting back yet another indication of hesitance. He's reluctant- without knowing what for. He knows she's capable, and he'll be in charge of the pace of the rope, so it shouldn't be a concern.
Yet it is.
He shakes his head, turning to secure the other end of the rope to the opposite wall.
Pope and John B instantly reach for the equipment, scurrying around to get her fastened to the thick rope; one hoop around her waist and another around her right foot.
Marlowe lifts both arms, gaze following their movements.
"That tight enough?" John B questions, hands still on the knot in question.
She brings both hands down, tugging and moving around to test the security of it. "I... um, think so."
"I guess we're ready, then," Pope gives her a reassuring smile, grabbing onto the middle of the rope. "Promise we won't drop you."
She smiles back, but hers lacks humor. "Appreciate it, Heyward."
"Hey," John B grabs her bicep, gratefulness stirring in his eyes. "You sure about this?"
She tosses him a dumbfounded look- as if her answer's more obvious than the creeps this house gives them. "Of course..." she pauses, eyes softening. "Hey. We've come so far. The finish line is right there."
He chuckles lightly as she points to the black pit.
"And..." she shrugs, her voice low and gentle. She positions the flashlight upright in her back pocket. "I know how much this means to you."
The boy smiles earnestly, nodding once. "Thank you."
Before she can turn toward the hole in the ground, JJ steps up, both hands seizing the rope around her waist. He concentrates on the material as he tugs, accidentally nudging her forward.
