how dare you. how dare I. how dare all of us.

[ Likewise, Ariadne is fairly certain that it's become obvious that she cares too much (which she is still mad at herself about, but that's sort of shoved to the side at the moment) and she'll be dropped (hopefully not literally this time) as soon as the curse decides to let them go. Maybe if she were thinking clearly, she'd realize that there have been more than enough signs that that isn't going to happen, but she isn't.

One of her hands moves, sliding into his hair and holding tighter than usual. The height difference has to be murder on his back, but she's not breaking the kiss to try and figure out a way to make it easier. Breaking the kiss means one or both of them can run.

Or at least, that was the plan, but then Fred speaks and she jerks slightly. Oh. ... Oh. ]