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dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

[ AGAIN, but this time it's future is now's fault,

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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No, to come down but that is one way of achieving it.

[folding her hands back behind her back with a slight hum]

Besides, I think you need a lesson in falling more more than I do. Still . . .

[. . . well, spreading her arms out and starting to tilt back]

Are you sure about that...?

[he's good at falling. in a lot of different ways. as she tilts back, he faces forward, and takes the step off, letting the gravity take him, though his hand squeezes hers just a little bit tighter]

Infinitely.

[holding on more firmly but otherwise letting her body relax, going limp to respond better]

Falling has so many meanings.

[but they are falling. the sounds of the city are whirring by-- but they aren't exactly falling anywhere on the ground, it's just a quick set of movement, extending into nothing. but, hey, he can hold on, his eyes focused down, and then pulled up to her for a moment]

There are only a few that come to mind in this instance.

[gripping more tightly, dream or not this is a lot of adrenaline and it can still be quite frightening]

[he recognizes that, and pulls her in close and tight, his hand shifting to wrap around her waist, and the other grabs a proper grappling hook gun- catching on... something. shifting their trajectory just enough to arc-- into something soft, him on top of her.]

Which ones?

[turning enough to look at something other than his chest, watching the blurs of color and light go by]

Falling in love, falling without a net or hook, in your case.

You know, if you fall, you've gotta land eventually.

Falling just to fall? That's gonna hurt, at some point. So maybe the real lesson is how to catch yourself.

[he's familiar with falling-- and with hard landings. he doesn't remember every single one he's had, but he knows enough to know he had them. still, his arm grips against her as they come to a stop-- shifting just slightly in scenery from the city to a park-- it's empty even if they can hear the sounds of trains whirring by or people in the distance.]