Oh no! I'm falling! (Closed)

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Who: Ky Kiske and Sol Badguy
Where: Almost-falling
When: July 21st
What: Superhero curse. Sol rescues Ky again, this time Ky reacts a little differently
Rating: PG-13
Style: Past tense prose.

It didn't seem unreasonable to Ky to expect buildings underneath him to stay stable, which was why it was so terrible when he felt it start to shake, like the room was trying to throw him off. There was that moment of panic, of terrible certainty that it was going to succeed, and then his feet were slipping on what had been a horizontal surface.

He grabbed for the edge only to miss it as he cried out.

"Oh no! I'm falling!"

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[immoralflame]

This shit. This is why he couldn't leave the damn cop on his own. Because the cop would go wherever he felt would be the most obnoxious and least helpful. Which sometimes meant following him around. Sol, for his part, had been in the process of booting someone in the face when he heard the shout from not far behind him.

Are you fucking kidding me? Something caught between a scoff and a laugh escaped as Sol dropped after the blond. This was ridiculous, but somehow hilarious all at the same time.

Maybe he had a few screws loose.

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Ky couldn't put into words just how relieved he was to feel someone else. He was trying to help people, trying to make a difference, and sometimes that meant he put himself into dangerous situations, yes, but it wasn't as though he wanted to be hurt. It wasn't as though he expected buildings to start to collapse underneath him.

Sometimes he just needed rescuing, that was all.

The sensation of being held washed over, taking all the fear out of the situation, but only for a moment.

Then he realized they were still falling.

"Wh-what?"

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"Yanno, I know I've called ya 'princess' before, but come on." The jab involved a broadening of the smirk on his lips, but Sol shifted the hold he had on Ky and shot a hand out to grab at the building's side for an overhang.

Which made for a jarring halt.

Helping people was all well and good, but staying within the range of your own capabilities was pretty important. And, well. As for expecting building to start collapsing...

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Ky let out a noise of protest in the back of his throat, a particular kind of miff, at that description, but he mostly let himself focus on not squirming and letting himself be held.

His pride wasn't worth taking a fall like that.

"Next time I'll make sure you have to spring me from a dungeon," he said, primly, trusting Sol to keep them stable.

[immoralflame]

"Kinky." With a flash of teeth a little too sharp to just be human, Sol angled to peer down past his baggage. How far up were they and could he take just dropping down... Or how far could he afford dropping to avoid having the cop start harping. Hmmm...

"Gonna drop a few more stories." His voice this time was a little more even, a shade towards serious despite the laid back attitude. "Ready?"

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Ky blushed, but he was trying to come up with a response a little wittier than that when the man spoke again. He made sure he had a hold that would at least partially bind him to Sol, and he nodded.

"As much as I can be." His heart was already hammering a little, starting back up again.

[immoralflame]

Sol's grip tightened on the blond as well, securing him against his torso. Considering the building was still trying to come down, though? Yeah, his hold was rapidly approaching instability.

"Not gonna drop ya," he snorted. Nevertheless, he didn't really blame the guy.

Which was around when blocks and chunks of building material started coming down. Only fortunate thing was that the building'd been cleared out earlier of everyone save the pests responsible for this shit.

Well, then.

Letting go also involved pushing away from the wall, keeping an eye out for sections of falling building to push up on to slow their descent. So much for the original plan of drop-grab-drop until they reached the street below.

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Ky was tense enough that he felt he would snap if he hit anything, felt like there was danger in just that one fact. He trusted Sol, yes, perhaps more than he should and for reasons he didn't entirely understand (although the frequency with which Ky ended up in danger and Sol ended up rescuing him probably had a lot to do with it) but not so much that this was comfortable.

As far as he knew, Sol couldn't fly.

And if it was a matter of how well he could fall, well, in theory Ky could fall just as well, and hit the ground just as hard. Ky muttered a prayer under his breath.

[immoralflame]

"God ain't gonna help us," Sol laughed--laughed, enjoying the way they plummeted, the bouncing off debris and occasionally throwing himself against the wall to slide down, taking bricks with him as it toppled. But they were safer than Ky might have thought, because while sure, they were falling, Sol could still slow it down and lessen the impact.

He hit a chunk of wall and rode it down a few metres, watching the ground rush up at them. Ten metres, nine metres, eight, seven, six...

At four metres above street level, Sol hopped up and forward--hopped, didn't launch himself or anything--and finally hit the ground before rushing out of range of the debris as it continued to come down after them, still keeping Ky secure in his hold.

"Math 'n physics, kid." And a healthy dose of science experimentation, but shh.

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Ky grit his teeth at Sol's answer and even more at that laugh. It wasn't a particularly comforting sort of response, and it was made even less comfortable by the fact that they were falling, and that Sol seemed to be determined to make even more of the building collapse when they did.

Still, he had a sort of trust in the other man, and it wasn't to be shattered today.

His arms gripped Sol in return and he didn't let go even when they were out of range. It was quite the scene to look back at, and after a moment of alarmed staring, Ky ducked his head.

"Thank you," he said softly.

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Sol peered down at the terrified mass of police officer still in his arms, not sure if he ought to be surprised or unimpressed or blank or what. His expression settled on a neutral sort of curiosity. Welp. The "princess" joke was never gonna die now, at any rate.

"Uh-huh." Not much intonation, whoops. Not that Sol was much for social connection. Well, outside "mockery and sarcasm". On that note (and the princess joke, for that matter), Sol's lips curled up at the corners and he cast a smirk at Ky. "That all I get?"

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"Mm." Ky's cheeks turned pink for a moment, but the terror was easing a little, replaced by something else that Ky was still not indulging himself by thinking about.

Acting on it, though, was apparently an entirely different matter. The soft "No," was all the warning Sol would get before Ky was closing the distance between them, not allowing himself to think about it, pressing his lips to Sol's in something soft and tentative.