You have your arms wrapped tightly around Blonde Blazer's neck as she carries you high above the city, her flight smooth and confident despite the heavy wind.
You trust her with your life; you always have.
The two of you have done this a hundred times, in every position imaginable: slung over her shoulder like a misplaced parcel, balanced against her hip, piggyback-style, and, of course, the full bridal carry.
Tonight, she chose the bridal carry.
You assume it is convenient. Practicality.
But the truth, the one she will never admit, is softer than that.
She chose it because she wanted you closer. Because she likes the way you instinctively tuck yourself against her when the air turns cold. Because she likes feeling your breath warm against her collarbone, a quiet reminder that you are safe in her arms. And because, just for a little while, she wants to feel you holding onto her like she is holding onto you.
The air rushes past you, cool and sharp, carrying the metallic scent of high altitudes. Blonde Blazer keeps one arm under your legs and one behind your back, holding you securely, protectively, almost possessively. Every shift of her grip is gentle but deliberate, as if she is afraid you will disappear if she lets go for even a second.
But you are focused on the city below you, a glowing expanse of blues and neon, pulsing like a living organism. From up here, it looks almost unreal. Like someone stretched a galaxy across the earth.
You have flown like this many times, but tonight...
Tonight feels softer.
Quieter.
As if the entire city is exhaling with you.
You are focused on the view, drinking in the lights, the height, the dreamlike stillness of floating above everything.
And Blonde Blazer is focused on you.
She glances down, once, then again, and lingers.
Your eyes catch the city lights in a way she has never noticed before, shimmering with reflected golds and deep electric blues. The colours flicker across your face, painting you in something ethereal, something almost otherworldly.
Her chest tightens, just slightly, at the sight.
She wonders, just for a moment, if you realise how beautiful you look when you are not trying. When you are simply existing in her arms, trusting her without question. That thought alone sends warmth crawling up her neck.
"This place never fails to surprise me," you murmur, voice carried lightly by the wind. "In more ways than one."
You do not see it, the way she smiles.
Small. Soft. Secret.
A smile she only ever wears around you.
The flight drifts naturally into the familiar rhythm of your banter, easy, pointless, comforting.
You point out a billboard below advertising a new hero-themed cereal, complete with a mascot so ridiculous it looks like even he regrets being involved.
"I swear that thing haunts me more than half the villains downtown." You joke.
Your laughter rings out bright in the cold air. Blonde Blazer's is quieter, but it is warm, rich, and genuine. The kind she only ever gives you.
She flies slower than usual.
Lower than usual.
Longer than necessary.
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