Prompt: "I am rather attached to my nose."
Pairing: Cinder x Thorne

How is it that I only end up in situations like this with you?" said Cinder.

"Clarification. I only end up in situations like this with you," said Thorne. "And if my memory serves me right, you got yourself in jail without my help, thank you very much."

Cinder gritted her teeth. Thorne's energy radiated off of him, familiar to her as much as anyone else in the crew by now, but surprisingly, there wasn't a hint of nervousness in it. His energy was still open and calm. Apparently being tied together in a dark room wasn't something he needed to worry about.

"How are you not freaking out right now?" she asked.

His shoulders lifted against her back, probably in a shrug. "What's the point in freaking out? I'm with Princess Selene." Thorne's body began to shake in laughter, irritating her even more.

"Why don't you stop laughing and start thinking of a way to get us out of this mess?"

"Already on it."

He pulled on their binds, and she was yanked so close to him she could feel the shoulder blades flexing in his back. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

"I'm going to try to move forward abruptly, and you're going to propel yourself on my back and try to flip us over onto the ground. That might loosen the binds a bit and you can use your magic finger to cut us loose."

She grimaced. It wasn't a terrible idea, but it would likely be painful. "Magic isn't—"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go."

He yanked her again, so hard she thought her arms might rip out of their sockets, and as he bent forward she tried to kick her legs against the chair she was tied to. It didn't work as she expected, but the room around her tilted upward as they did, in fact, fall to the ground. Actually, it was more like Thorne fell to the ground, face first, with a crack and a painful groan. They remained bound together by their chairs and binds, back to back. Only now, she was lying on top of Thorne, neck dangling back as she faced the ceiling. It was not optimal.

"Great stars above and spades below!" said Thorne. Unlike before, his energy was panicked and wild.

"It's okay, Thorne, you didn't pass out so hitting your head didn't do any damage." She tried to be comforting. "You're not going to go blind again. Just slide us to the side so you're not carrying all my weight."

"Blind!? Blind!? I'm not worried about going blind right now!" His panic spiked up several notches, almost making Cinder panic herself, except she wasn't sure what she was supposed to be panicking about. "My nose, Cinder! It's bleeding! What if it's…broken?" He whispered the last word as though he had seen a ghost.

Cinder squirmed in her chair, her neck getting stiff from her prone position. The ropes that held them together were cutting off the circulation in her arms. "You're worried about your nose? Noses are easily fixable!"

"I am rather attached to my nose," he seethed. Then she felt a new wave of determination mix in with his panic. "Fine. I'm going to flip us now. Hopefully you don't have any precious parts you're attached to."

With a few grunts and mutterings to the likes of "if only you knew how heavy your cyborg parts are", Thorne managed to tilt them until Cinder slammed into the ground with her side too. After the initial shock of pain jolted through her, she realized that she wouldn't even need to use her knife to cut through the binds, as they had already loosened enough. They shook off the ropes and jumped to their feet, Thorne immediately inspecting his nose.

"We'll deal with your nose later," she said. "We have to first go find the others."