Re: Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter
Arm, hand, she didn't care what he grabbed onto. It was just an indicator that he was there. That he hadn't become some carnivore's rainy-day feast. She turned her wrist and grabbed his sleeve, which wasn't going to keep her balanced or upright. It was more of that illusionary reassurance; he was there, and they were okay.
He pulled himself up on the branch, and she touched his cheek once he did. For the moment, all Mary Jane rules were forgotten in the face being alive (which was kind of super important, okay?), and it was just like him to try for a smile when they were totally about to become raptor chow. But that higher! Got her moving. Higher, right, she'd just stopped to make sure he was alive.
She hated heights.
But she climbed, fingers going raw on the bark from the force she was exerting to hold on. She could feel the trunk below shifting with the force of the raptors slamming against it, trying to get to them, and that was a motivating force for quicker movement. The rain was ebbing slightly, which was both blessing and curse, but she managed another few feet onto a thick branch, and then she made the mistake of looking down. Okay, yeah, high enough, yep.
And it kind of was. There was a good five feet between them and the tallest remaining raptor, and she pressed herself back against the trunk and sat, legs up on the wood and her body half-turned to cling to the trunk like her life depended on it. Without the webs, she was kind of terrified; she wasn't used to relying on them, but it must've happened at some point.
"We should wait it out!" she called out to him. Yep, wait it out. The raptors would go, and then they could go back through the woods when the rain cleared and let some light back in the canopy. Sleeping in a tree wouldn't be so bad, right? Yep! Sure! No problem.