She was waking up, and if he had not been so scared he might have smiled (not because he was happy she was okay, he felt compelled to tell himself, but because it would mean not having to carry her, of course). But he had been scared, even if he would never admit it, so at the first sight of her obsidian eyes peeking through her lashes he sat back on his knees and let out a deep, loud sigh of relief.
"The most inopportune time to take a nap," he said, giving her a wide-eyed, exasperated look. He didn't want to think about what had caused her to faint; it was much easier to assume that it was exhaustion, and it probably was; as he pushed himself to his feet his felt his own head spin, so as a woman and as a person who'd been presumably sifting through the wreckage a while before she'd stumbled upon him he could only imagine how tired she was. He looked down at her, and his mind drifted to their next move. He knew this area of the boat, and he knew how to find the top deck... mostly.
Just then, the boat surged again, only this time i went beyond a slight shift in the angle of the floor and a loud screeching now. All around him he could hear crashing—furniture in other rooms, probably, or maybe even parts of the boat smashing into each other. Either way, it wasn't good, and the water began to rush in the opposite direction towards the back of the room. Raphael bent down and grabbed her by the forearms, yanking her with a roughness that expressed how startled he'd been.
"We'll nap when we're back to safe, yes?" he said, the panic clearer now than it had been even when they were seconds from drowning. He set off towards where he knew the exit was, pulling her along with him, not giving her a chance to faint, fall, or get stuck on anything without him.
"The most inopportune time to take a nap," he said, giving her a wide-eyed, exasperated look. He didn't want to think about what had caused her to faint; it was much easier to assume that it was exhaustion, and it probably was; as he pushed himself to his feet his felt his own head spin, so as a woman and as a person who'd been presumably sifting through the wreckage a while before she'd stumbled upon him he could only imagine how tired she was. He looked down at her, and his mind drifted to their next move. He knew this area of the boat, and he knew how to find the top deck... mostly.
Just then, the boat surged again, only this time i went beyond a slight shift in the angle of the floor and a loud screeching now. All around him he could hear crashing—furniture in other rooms, probably, or maybe even parts of the boat smashing into each other. Either way, it wasn't good, and the water began to rush in the opposite direction towards the back of the room. Raphael bent down and grabbed her by the forearms, yanking her with a roughness that expressed how startled he'd been.
"We'll nap when we're back to safe, yes?" he said, the panic clearer now than it had been even when they were seconds from drowning. He set off towards where he knew the exit was, pulling her along with him, not giving her a chance to faint, fall, or get stuck on anything without him.
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