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𝘨𝘳𝘒𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯 ([personal profile] farcry) wrote 2023-04-21 02:33 pm (UTC)

[ he speeds. of course he speeds, because though time has forced a certain realism into him, the adrenaline rush is never something he can turn down. His vehicle of choice for the night is a sleek maserati that doesn't allow him to weave through the heavy downtown traffic, so he peels through the side streets, weaves through the shoulders until he pulls to a stop in front of her apartment in twenty-eight minutes. it's not a record, but considering he left a little late too, he thinks it's pretty good. considering he's done everything he can think of to make sure they can have this, he thinks it's safe to feel this way. a sigh tempers the smile on his face as he shoots her a text, feeling the quiet purr of the engine temper to a stop. ]

Ready when you are.

[ the adrenaline helps calm the flutter he feels in the pit of his stomach, the same one that surfaces whenever his thoughts land on her. they're held together by a thin string, one that's been stretched, that's frayed, that they've seen snap and have knotted back together. he remembers their discussion about fear, too, and how he told her he's no longer scared of fear, no longer runs from it, but they both know how he is when it comes to her, how terrified he is at the thought of losing her.

the adrenaline helps keep that at bay, and so does the brewing excitement of having this night to themselves. just the two of them. ]

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