Innerworks

62. To the edge of

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He sobs.
Two of them are gone.

There was nothing he could do, he had only caught one when they all went tumbling-

Well, that wasn't exactly true, technically he caught two of them, just not the two that fell down below.

Choking on another sob, he looks up.

Remus is holding them up on the the sheer cliff face, his morning star is the only thing really preventing them from following the other two. That and six of his black and green tentacles. The two of said apendages--the ones that weren't
curling around any jutting rocks they could grip--were wrapped firmly around the waist of an unconscious Roman.

Blood trickled down steadily from his brow where he was hit. A deep enough wound and a sure fire sign that the Prince would not be waking anytime soon.

Dangling from beneath Remus like that, Roman's blood would occasionally drip onto him, another thing that made this entire situation all the more dangerous, Roman could bleed out before they even reached the top-if they ever did.

CRRK!

The edge of the mountian cliff cracked, splintering and shaking them until they slid down.

Rocks, dirt and debris tumbling around them and falling down below-
...two...three... five... seven...
seven entire seconds of silence before the crunching sound of impact; a testament to the height they were at.

He couldn't help the startled cry from escaping his mouth.

Somehow, past the full beating of his heart in his ears, he could hear Remus cursing as he adjusted his grip.
On instinct he did the same. He clenched his left hand tighter as he held onto the Prince. With Roman unconscious as he was and dangling over him, he really hoped that he wouldn't dislocate the royal's arm.

He personally didn't care if he dislocated his own right arm, so long as he could maintain a grip on Logan. The Secondary Personality was just as unconscious as Roman, but he could see no visible injuries on the Teacher.

He couldn't tell which was worse, holding himself up by the forearm of the unconscious side above him or holding on to the other unconscious side dangling below him.

He always hated heights and this scenario only solidified it-
his heartbeat stopped for a moment and everything went quiet as his eyes zeroed in on his only point of contact with his fellow Personality.
...his hand was slipping.

Eyes wide, he shouts up.
"Remus!"

The Duke only grit his teeth and attempted to climb back up to where they once were.

"Remus!" He shouts again.

"Shut up!"

The Duke's answering outburst shocked him for a moment but he could see the other fighting back tears. The exertion on his body had him shaking but who was to say what affect it had on his mind? If the embodiment of Anxiety had anxiety what did that say about the embodiment of Intrusive thoughts?

"...Remus...", his voice came out lower than he intended, a tone more laced with strife and pity than anything else.

Remus shook his head.
"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up Anxiety! And don't you fucking let go...of either of them!", he adds for good measure.

"But Remus-"

"No! We already lost that goody two shoes and Jan! We can't afford to lose anyone else. And if you go then we'll need a new Prominent and it sure as hell ain't gonna be me"