[if she doesn't think too hard about it, then it's simpler. if she trusts him that she won't fall, that his hands and her wings will keep her safe, then it's easy. hardly the most dangerous thing she's done in her life. it's readable in her body language and tension when she relaxes, when the nerves give way to enjoyment, and it's just...fun. something that makes it so she can't help but smile. even without music, she can hear it in her head - a rhythm she just has to follow.
maybe she was wrong to associate him with fairy tales. a fairy doesn't create moments like this. he is what he is, what he has to be - only a wizard could create something like this. like a dream, except a good one.
it's enough to make her laugh a little, honest and fond.]
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maybe she was wrong to associate him with fairy tales. a fairy doesn't create moments like this. he is what he is, what he has to be - only a wizard could create something like this. like a dream, except a good one.
it's enough to make her laugh a little, honest and fond.]