The Hind End of Space

welcometoinnsmouth:

(Sorry if this is a bit rubbish, I’ve never tried Mituna before.)

Latula’s hands are warm through her gloves, and you wonder if she’s always run this hot. Maybe it’s from the exertion. You don’t know what you think.

That sentence is very true, since the thing that happened that you don’t like thinking about.

You let yourself come back to the outside word as she finishes explaining that you put your feet here, and lean like this, hands gentle on your hips as she tilts your body to demonstrate.

“You got it?”

“Yeah.” You think. Maybe. You don’t know.

“Awesome. Okay, give it a shot!” 

You nod once (bad idea), let the moment of vertigo pass, and kick off. The rail you’re using is pretty low, so it shouldn’t be too hard to—do this—yeah.

Then you’re up and going and landing that fucker and Latula’s whooping in vicarious triumph and you did it and everything, everything is just fucking sweet.