Re: #16: Juliet & Claire
"The train was last year, technically. This can be a contender for this year's highlights." Oh, she knew what Juliet meant. The train was not exactly the most fun. Claire had made a new friend, sure, but that man had packed up and left without even so much as a warning. Probably because she was dangerous, or something along those lines.
Claire? Claire was safe. She couldn't die. It wasn't time. She still had ten years and nine months before she had to worry. And even then? Her death would be within that year. The Lord would protect her however He must, even if she fell face first into the thick sticky muck. Which wasn't to say she couldn't fall in. She absolutely could. It just wouldn't be fatal. Claire couldn't promise the same for her partner. In which case, no, she wasn't going to fall in. No one was going to die tonight, and no one was going to get hurt if she could help it.
"I'll be fine," she said dismissively. It didn't matter if she fell in. So she crouched a bit, lowering her center of gravity, and worn black knit grazed and glanced against Juliet's fingertips. She was too far, and even as Claire inched closer, it was obvious that this wasn't going to work. Juliet was sinking with each movement. Against Claire's better judgment, she shrugged her coat off, flashes of silver knives and stuffed pockets visible in the lining. The sleeve was used like a rope, some sort of lifeline to offer in lieu of her unfortunately short fingers. And the edge of the grass was growing more and more soaked as Claire stood there, swinging her sleeve towards the outstretched flashes of white against inky mud. "We'll get you out of there. Grab hold and ... well, if it rips, we're kind of screwed."