Now, walk into the club like, what up? I got a big cock.
It's all he can do to cling to her as she arrows through the night, the wind and the dark her domain now. It doesn't feel like it should be hers, not when she's ordinarily a bright flash of color and heat, but as she climbs into the folds of midnight, she becomes nothing more than another shadow spilling through the absence of stars.
He leans low over her as the breeze of her speed cuts in, his unending smile pressed to her scales as he marvels at it all. His grip on her spines is unrelenting, especially as the bonfires and sparking sea drop away. It's impossible to discern where her edges start and the depthless sky begins, a disorienting feeling that intrusively begs him to relax and reach out into the abyss, just to see if he can find it. It's the various rumbles and chortles rolling through the frame of his body that keeps him with her as they crest at a new height, heart hammering in his chest while his stomach turns in that suspended moment before she arcs down into a drop. His grin is loud now, streaming into laughter like his version of fire breath as they dive through the youths. "Keep it wrapped up!" he shouts at them in passing, which is granted all the intelligible sound of a blaring song from a car window on the highway.
The glee of shouting out safety advisements and safe sex tips to teenagers is short-lived as her turn threatens his seat. Joy and fear skip hand in hand against her back, and Kaisel shouts in surprise before tightening against her like a spider monkey. It does him no good though, not when she skids through the shore and vanishes beneath him. The force of the halt jars through his body, and without better grip strength he's hopeless to keep hold, bouncing off and back behind her with a flop and a roll. He scrabbles for new purchase as he tumbles down her back, a strangled "CHARLIE!" coming out with a flare of panic. He's about to swipe at a new ridge when it leaves, tumbling against the sand and her skin as they flop to a stop.
He's still gasping for air, half sure he's just died, when the chime of her voice and the weight of her arms against him suggest he's very much alive. Her kiss breaks the stupor he's in, grin chasing back the shock with a lung-emptying laugh as he turns to look at her. "All other patrols are going to be so dreadfully boring now," he manages after a moment, struggling to his feet and hauling her along with him. They feel like they're vibrating still around the thunder beneath her hide and the teeth of the wind, like they're separate from his body. He forces them to work, drawing her up to his side with a hug around her shoulders. "C'mon, let's go enjoy the party without making anyone piss themselves."
He leans low over her as the breeze of her speed cuts in, his unending smile pressed to her scales as he marvels at it all. His grip on her spines is unrelenting, especially as the bonfires and sparking sea drop away. It's impossible to discern where her edges start and the depthless sky begins, a disorienting feeling that intrusively begs him to relax and reach out into the abyss, just to see if he can find it. It's the various rumbles and chortles rolling through the frame of his body that keeps him with her as they crest at a new height, heart hammering in his chest while his stomach turns in that suspended moment before she arcs down into a drop. His grin is loud now, streaming into laughter like his version of fire breath as they dive through the youths. "Keep it wrapped up!" he shouts at them in passing, which is granted all the intelligible sound of a blaring song from a car window on the highway.
The glee of shouting out safety advisements and safe sex tips to teenagers is short-lived as her turn threatens his seat. Joy and fear skip hand in hand against her back, and Kaisel shouts in surprise before tightening against her like a spider monkey. It does him no good though, not when she skids through the shore and vanishes beneath him. The force of the halt jars through his body, and without better grip strength he's hopeless to keep hold, bouncing off and back behind her with a flop and a roll. He scrabbles for new purchase as he tumbles down her back, a strangled "CHARLIE!" coming out with a flare of panic. He's about to swipe at a new ridge when it leaves, tumbling against the sand and her skin as they flop to a stop.
He's still gasping for air, half sure he's just died, when the chime of her voice and the weight of her arms against him suggest he's very much alive. Her kiss breaks the stupor he's in, grin chasing back the shock with a lung-emptying laugh as he turns to look at her. "All other patrols are going to be so dreadfully boring now," he manages after a moment, struggling to his feet and hauling her along with him. They feel like they're vibrating still around the thunder beneath her hide and the teeth of the wind, like they're separate from his body. He forces them to work, drawing her up to his side with a hug around her shoulders. "C'mon, let's go enjoy the party without making anyone piss themselves."
Kaisel
Peep game, come take a look through my telescope
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
