Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good thing she cannot see his face while she climbs up his back mid-dragon flight.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

And perhaps for one of the very rare times in his life, Intensity is not bothered by the constriction of the bondage. One part is because it's more of a weight than actually constricting. The other part is definitely largely due to his "handler."

After a conspicuous clearing of his throat, he banks sharply to one side so she can't catch too close of a glimpse of his face.]

Seems like you've done this before.

[unbr8kable]

I, uh. Did some research. But technically, this's the first time on somebody real.

[And somehow this is the point where she suddenly feels self-conscious--or whatever the reason is that she lets her hands flex at his waist rather than immediately peer around to check out the rest. She shifts in place behind him; clears her own throat]

This, uh. Good?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[On someone real. Interesting word choice.

He slows his flying, more like a steady glide as his wings barely beat in the air]

How about we give it a test?

Hang on to something if you don't want to get left behind.

[unbr8kable]

[Practice makes perfect!]

[She wraps the length of the chain around her arm just in case, but otherwise just grips tighter at his waist]

Okay, let's see what you got.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Excellent.

They're dropping straight into freefall then]

[unbr8kable]

Oh shit!

[Her hands clamp tight around his hips as they fall, and she leans in closer to his back to decrease the wind resistance...since apparently not even ghosts are immune]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His wings flare out eventually, slowing their descent and also reducing the rush of wind around them just enough so she can hear his laughter.

And then they touch down at the edge of a skyscraper rooftop, just a moment for gravity to pull him down in a crouch - and they spring off again into the sky.

And they continue going up.

And up.

And uuuuuuuuup.]

[unbr8kable]

[The bindings tighten just a bit, not a warning or an admonishment, just her desire to stay close. She doesn't fly off as they rocket spacewards, though it's a near thing. Just means she joins in on his laughter--she crows as they shoot into the skies]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hope she doesn't mind the cold, because Intensity is 100% aiming to break through the clouds so there is nothing beneath their feet but endless swirls of white.]

[unbr8kable]

[She is a ghost. The cold doesn't bother her anyway.

The view, on the other hand... Well--she grips more tightly, the laughter fading, but perhaps it's less bother and more wonder at the view--the genuine separation from the world below; the ceiling of stars spread above.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[For many long moments, they just glide there - neither gaining nor losing altitude. And far enough from Tokyo-F's light pollution that the stars are much sharper and brighter in the sky. Not quite the view of Tanabata -- but getting closer.]

It's quiet up here.

[unbr8kable]

[Her voice stays a little hushed, as if not trying to disturb the rare silence]

Yeah...peaceful. It's nice.