[ This is her world more than his. Not the beat of the music or the press of bodies, what belongs to her is that willingness and want to lose herself in it. The only comparison he's got is the first day they trained at the Station, running a track mile and for the first time his body responded without fail.
That was freedom, this is something else, closer to free falling - especially when she turns and grins at him. His heart jumps, but it's exhilaration that flows between them, even when he nearly trips over someone's foot, nearly upsetting their shared balance for a second before catching himself again with a short hop.
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That was freedom, this is something else, closer to free falling - especially when she turns and grins at him. His heart jumps, but it's exhilaration that flows between them, even when he nearly trips over someone's foot, nearly upsetting their shared balance for a second before catching himself again with a short hop.
Angel's ribbon is still clutched in one hand. ]