the inevitability of destruction broods between them. alike souls, drawn to the skies that never belonged to them; a temporary home for the metal frame of flight, pertinent that mechanics were dependent. & with risk, came loss. like a ghost of a shadow, it followed closely where they went . . . the aviator glances over at @sorogue , a solemn smile brushing the corners of crimson painted lips. a silent hum of agreement, paired with a gentle nod & equally timed raise of her shoulders. ‟ yeah, i know. ” she shuffles in her seat next to her for a moment, crossing then uncrossing legs, suddenly feeling unnatural in the body that houses her cracked soul. her hands slide from their stagnant position in her lap, downward to the edge of the bench they sit on, digits grasping the cold metal to bruise fingertips. ‟ it helps that i don’t like talking about feelings anyway. such a bore. ” she jokes, tone alight & airy despite something deeper lingering in her words. her canted neck, brisk turn of her chin, keeps her gaze on rogue. ‟ plus, you & me, we’re never scared of anything, right? ”
