For the prompt: Feeling for each other in the dark.
“No, no no no no!”
Jess rushed towards the temple door - not that she was exactly sure what she intended to do to stop the collapsing rocks, quickly piling up until their exit - and their only light source - was completely blocked.
“Bollocks,” she hissed, glancing back over her shoulder - not that she could see anything, surrounded in inky blackness as she was.
“Um… Varrus?”
“I’m here,” he called from somewhere further in the room. “Just follow my voice.”
That she did, hands out in front of her, steps slow and careful until they eventually hit something warm - and then she wrapped herself around him, clutching the man for dear life.
She heard him chuckle, a familiar comfort in the disconcerting dark, his arm draping around her shoulder, holding her close.
“Nowhere to go but forward,” he murmured, giving her shoulder a squeeze. “Just watch for bees?”
“Bees?”
Only silence answered her.
“Varrus… what the fuck do you mean by bees? Bees?! Like, actual-”
