[To emphasize the words, he reaches down to gently squeeze the reaper's hand for a moment or two. As reticent as he is to break away, he has to however and with another reassuring brush of his fingers over James' he pulls his hand away so that he can get situated. His bike itself was an extension of his will, it'd always been so familiar, but it's the first time he's allowed anyone else to ride. There's something poignant about that, if he thinks too hard. Something almost intimate.
That's for musing on at a later time, though, because there's a rumble of noise as he kicks the ignition and the bike starts to life. Everything nominal of course, it's as much an extension of him as it is a tool anyways, and so it's not difficult to slowly bleed the colour from it, and from himself, until he too is invisible to the mortal eye.]
Remember when I said hang on? Hang on.
[And with that warning, he kicks everything into gear and there's no moment of hesitation before they're screaming out of the ally and into the street. The noise is eradicated to onlookers, thankfully, and the invisibility protects them from any watchful eyes, but that doesn't mean that he's going to play safe beyond that. Fast, dangerous, and reckless. The perfect trifecta.
It means that he's weaving around cars, mortals, obstacles, at a breakneck speed, laughing all the while. Restraint isn't quite a strong suit, unfortunately.]
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Date: 2016-06-21 01:57 am (UTC)From:[To emphasize the words, he reaches down to gently squeeze the reaper's hand for a moment or two. As reticent as he is to break away, he has to however and with another reassuring brush of his fingers over James' he pulls his hand away so that he can get situated. His bike itself was an extension of his will, it'd always been so familiar, but it's the first time he's allowed anyone else to ride. There's something poignant about that, if he thinks too hard. Something almost intimate.
That's for musing on at a later time, though, because there's a rumble of noise as he kicks the ignition and the bike starts to life. Everything nominal of course, it's as much an extension of him as it is a tool anyways, and so it's not difficult to slowly bleed the colour from it, and from himself, until he too is invisible to the mortal eye.]
Remember when I said hang on? Hang on.
[And with that warning, he kicks everything into gear and there's no moment of hesitation before they're screaming out of the ally and into the street. The noise is eradicated to onlookers, thankfully, and the invisibility protects them from any watchful eyes, but that doesn't mean that he's going to play safe beyond that. Fast, dangerous, and reckless. The perfect trifecta.
It means that he's weaving around cars, mortals, obstacles, at a breakneck speed, laughing all the while. Restraint isn't quite a strong suit, unfortunately.]