[ he then slows down to a stop just near the kaigo no bou, with the moon serving as their backdrop.
he then takes emily's hands that were holding on to him and places them on his broomstick, so that he can get up on his feet and turn around to face her. see? impeccable balance. ]
[at the least, she could stop him from dashing his head into the pavement. but his standing up shows her that he has no fear - and she needs to try to match it to a degree. even if logic dictates one shouldn't be hovering on brooms in the moonlight in hell, even if it is with a friend.
her wings shift and balance her as she gets up to join him, keeping her feet on the broomstick. they'll make up for what she lacks - birds are made to perch in their own way, after all.
he might call it a whim, but she had held it as something she was bound to do, only by choice instead of duty.]
[ speaking of hands, he takes hers in his, steady and graceful as he takes position. a tango in the skies is practically a staple for most western wizards, thrillseekers as they are, and the fact that emily's become daring enough to do this with him...
fufu. what an interesting woman she is. ]
Just follow my lead. If you do fall, then... [ a chuckle ] It'll be on me.
[ stop
and with that, he takes a step forward, then another one. careful, careful, watch your step. but with how shylock is holding her like the dearest partner that she is, she definitely won't fall from here.
[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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[ he then slows down to a stop just near the kaigo no bou, with the moon serving as their backdrop.
he then takes emily's hands that were holding on to him and places them on his broomstick, so that he can get up on his feet and turn around to face her. see? impeccable balance. ]
If I were to fall right now, will you catch me?
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[at the least, she could stop him from dashing his head into the pavement. but his standing up shows her that he has no fear - and she needs to try to match it to a degree. even if logic dictates one shouldn't be hovering on brooms in the moonlight in hell, even if it is with a friend.
her wings shift and balance her as she gets up to join him, keeping her feet on the broomstick. they'll make up for what she lacks - birds are made to perch in their own way, after all.
he might call it a whim, but she had held it as something she was bound to do, only by choice instead of duty.]
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[ speaking of hands, he takes hers in his, steady and graceful as he takes position. a tango in the skies is practically a staple for most western wizards, thrillseekers as they are, and the fact that emily's become daring enough to do this with him...
fufu. what an interesting woman she is. ]
Just follow my lead. If you do fall, then... [ a chuckle ] It'll be on me.
[ stop
and with that, he takes a step forward, then another one. careful, careful, watch your step. but with how shylock is holding her like the dearest partner that she is, she definitely won't fall from here.
maybe. ]
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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.]