Her laugh is probably just as much an achievement as is hitting the top. Green endless mountains falling away, to nestled buildings on one side, in the valley of open space and the other side where the ocean goes on forever beneath a huge blue sky. The way it always pours into him, blotting out the world. The green. The land and the beach before it. Endless teeming, waves rolling endlessly into each other.
When he can almost move with the dizzying wash of adrenaline and endorphins, making a mess of his chest, and the epileptic center of his heart doing jumping jacks against the bracket of his ribs. The muscles over it, where that one spot is still very set on complaining up a storm, whenever he focuses on it.
Which is only for this second, before he's not. It'll heal, even if it is going to take four or five more weeks.
Four or five more weeks he's not about to slow down during the time for, either. So not point in giving it attention.
When he's grinning, wide and pleased at Cath, sliding steps over toward her side. Still and finally going back to breathing normal, while his lungs are adjusting more here and now. To both more air and how much thinner it is, in concurrent breaths, instead of ones almost a minute to a minute and half apart, while tunneling straight through.
Warmth coursing all throughout him, focused down on her smile. The understanding fondness that tinges her whole face, beyond the glow of exertion toward that shared love. Which makes it impossible not to end up right next to her, looking between it and her.
Pleased even when it's tipping itself everywhere in bright eyes, focused solely on her, that already know the answer, to every single version and level of the question that rolls out. "Worth the challenge, right?"
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Date: 2013-01-28 02:21 am (UTC)When he can almost move with the dizzying wash of adrenaline and endorphins, making a mess of his chest, and the epileptic center of his heart doing jumping jacks against the bracket of his ribs. The muscles over it, where that one spot is still very set on complaining up a storm, whenever he focuses on it.
Which is only for this second, before he's not. It'll heal, even if it is going to take four or five more weeks.
Four or five more weeks he's not about to slow down during the time for, either. So not point in giving it attention.
When he's grinning, wide and pleased at Cath, sliding steps over toward her side. Still and finally going back to breathing normal, while his lungs are adjusting more here and now. To both more air and how much thinner it is, in concurrent breaths, instead of ones almost a minute to a minute and half apart, while tunneling straight through.
Warmth coursing all throughout him, focused down on her smile. The understanding fondness that tinges her whole face, beyond the glow of exertion toward that shared love. Which makes it impossible not to end up right next to her, looking between it and her.
Pleased even when it's tipping itself everywhere in bright eyes, focused solely on her, that already know the answer, to every single version and level of the question that rolls out. "Worth the challenge, right?"