[ This has only been the second time he's taken off with her like this and despite her trying to prepare herself for what she knows is about to happen, it still catches her by surprise.
She wonders if the way her fingers press against the nape of his neck are sharp and tight, if the way she holds to him is any sort of indication of just how Not Used To This she is. Even with knowing he holds her safe, it's instinct that tells her to hold tighter to him.
The blur of their surroundings amidst a crackling gold as he goes is something she barely catches a glimpse of, finding that she's pressing her forehead against his shoulder when she hadn't even meant to from the get-go.
Thankfully, as she'd mentioned, a blizzard tearing through a part of Deerington isn't too far off. Though it's not like she can really see that thanks to, well, the world being a crackle of fleeting gold she can barely make out.
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She wonders if the way her fingers press against the nape of his neck are sharp and tight, if the way she holds to him is any sort of indication of just how Not Used To This she is. Even with knowing he holds her safe, it's instinct that tells her to hold tighter to him.
The blur of their surroundings amidst a crackling gold as he goes is something she barely catches a glimpse of, finding that she's pressing her forehead against his shoulder when she hadn't even meant to from the get-go.
Thankfully, as she'd mentioned, a blizzard tearing through a part of Deerington isn't too far off. Though it's not like she can really see that thanks to, well, the world being a crackle of fleeting gold she can barely make out.
Don't make them trip, Barry. ]