[ that was such a close one that falco nearly prepares to swing his leg between them when one decaying child had gotten too close. not to kick, but to shield (and maybe it would've been a better idea to kick, an i'm sorry ringing loud in his ears, as hard as his heart was beating). his breath catches in his throat with a short squeal, and he holds around peter's neck for dear life when it feels like they begin to move. at least peter's body is moving, in an upwards crawl, and to keep his legs from dangling and providing more gravitational weight it it swung behind them, falco did his best to cross his legs around the elder boy's waist, squeezing to keep him pinned where he was.
he was still weight, though, and once the blond felt like he could look out of the crook he'd created in his arms, he peers down, the sound of snarling children farther and farther away. they're climbing. that, and they're stuck to the wall, climbing up. exhaustion rattles peter's frame and falco remains tense but hopeful, reaching for the ledge to remove some weight once its close enough. he could ask questions later and instead, immediately, he responds with both words and action: ]
I've got it!
[ and just like the tree, although this tim he doesn't wait to take peter's hand, he curls his small hands under the other's arms, anchors his heels and hoists up to bring him with. definitely not as strong as he could be in a few years when puberty hits its worst, but it's enough to ease the weight that steeped peter. ]
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he was still weight, though, and once the blond felt like he could look out of the crook he'd created in his arms, he peers down, the sound of snarling children farther and farther away. they're climbing. that, and they're stuck to the wall, climbing up. exhaustion rattles peter's frame and falco remains tense but hopeful, reaching for the ledge to remove some weight once its close enough. he could ask questions later and instead, immediately, he responds with both words and action: ]
I've got it!
[ and just like the tree, although this tim he doesn't wait to take peter's hand, he curls his small hands under the other's arms, anchors his heels and hoists up to bring him with. definitely not as strong as he could be in a few years when puberty hits its worst, but it's enough to ease the weight that steeped peter. ]