[For a moment everything was hell. If Astarion still had a heartbeat, she'd probably feel the sheer panic from the sounds of his chest alone. The floor was failing them and falling under their feet, the only thing he could do was wrapping his arms around her frame and holding her as close as possible, using his own body as a shield and ignoring how her claws found their way in the delicate flesh of his back. Still moving by instinct, he pushed her above him and cushioned her fall, fortunately enough they were falling with the floor and that slowed things down well enough that he didn't hurt himself too much- but the vampire jumped when he felt the large wooden shelves hit the ground at their sides, miracolously missing them by inches.
He found himself breathing in the dust, almost a mechanical action considering he didn't quite need that, and pushed a couple of dusty books from above them. Shit. Shit. They were in the Catacombs below, weren't they? This wasn't planned, at all, and he had no idea of what to expect from that point on. To let his frustration on, he simply addressed the first thing that caught his eyes as he stared up at the now open ceiling.]
Wooden beams? [His voice was an high pitched, indignated one as he tried to assest if they were both still fine.] Who the fuck uses wooden beams for the structural integrity for something that has to be undergound? In a fucking humid and wet place? I bet they didn't even treat the wood against mold or termites I-
[Right, he had to be in control. He tried to push himself up, sitting in the dust and looking down at the Tiefling. That was as close as they evver got so far, but this wasn't how he planned to get her between his arms. He supported himself with one arm and wrapped the free one around her shoulders.]
You... are you okay?
[He was only half listening, his nose already focusing on a new entire set of smells and the sounds around them. He could still feel the place assest around them, so it was hard to tell if anything else was around them at the moment, but he was on guard already.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 11:32 am (UTC)He found himself breathing in the dust, almost a mechanical action considering he didn't quite need that, and pushed a couple of dusty books from above them. Shit. Shit. They were in the Catacombs below, weren't they? This wasn't planned, at all, and he had no idea of what to expect from that point on. To let his frustration on, he simply addressed the first thing that caught his eyes as he stared up at the now open ceiling.]
Wooden beams? [His voice was an high pitched, indignated one as he tried to assest if they were both still fine.] Who the fuck uses wooden beams for the structural integrity for something that has to be undergound? In a fucking humid and wet place? I bet they didn't even treat the wood against mold or termites I-
[Right, he had to be in control. He tried to push himself up, sitting in the dust and looking down at the Tiefling. That was as close as they evver got so far, but this wasn't how he planned to get her between his arms. He supported himself with one arm and wrapped the free one around her shoulders.]
You... are you okay?
[He was only half listening, his nose already focusing on a new entire set of smells and the sounds around them. He could still feel the place assest around them, so it was hard to tell if anything else was around them at the moment, but he was on guard already.]