[ Strangely enough, the man's honesty is almost more comforting than any promise of rescue. Peter's survived some nasty falls in his time, and even if he does slip, he might be able to cling to the side of the ravine on the way down. It's not really an option he wants to consider right now, though. ]
I think I can.
[ He kicks up off one foot to try and pull himself up on the slick ledge. Lifting one hand seems like a dangerous gamble, considering he's barely stuck to the ground as it is, but he has to take a chance, especially since someone's here to help.
And with one more attempt to push off the wall he reaches for Eliot's hand with a grunt of effort, cold-numbed fingers grazing the mans and holding on for dear life. But the motion means he loses traction, feet sliding an inch, his other hand digging viciously into the ground to hold on as he tries to dig his toes in again. ] There's so much ice.
no subject
I think I can.
[ He kicks up off one foot to try and pull himself up on the slick ledge. Lifting one hand seems like a dangerous gamble, considering he's barely stuck to the ground as it is, but he has to take a chance, especially since someone's here to help.
And with one more attempt to push off the wall he reaches for Eliot's hand with a grunt of effort, cold-numbed fingers grazing the mans and holding on for dear life. But the motion means he loses traction, feet sliding an inch, his other hand digging viciously into the ground to hold on as he tries to dig his toes in again. ] There's so much ice.