Memories

[Josh Dalton Worthington]

Flying is amazing!

Josh has never done anything quite like it before. Of course, he's been in the Blackbird - and would love to learn how to fly it - but there's something amazing about soaring across the countryside in the arms of an... angel.

And there's something great about the fact that it's Warren. Being friends with someone as nice - and well, good-looking - as Warren apparently had other benefits. He'd never forget this experience. Josh shook his head. He'd thought that he would get sore hanging from Warren's arms, but he really did augment his flight with a low-scale form of telekinesis. Cool!

>"So, OK... you want to take the wheel for a while, see how it goes?"

Josh swallows. "Sure." He tries to project confidence, and buries the broken ankle as deep as possible. Thank god this guy isn't telepathic. He takes a deep breath, and extends his perceptions to encompass Warren and himself, trying to lift the two of them while in the glide.

Come on, come on. He quickly grows frustrated as they sink lower. "Warren... how do you think about it? Maybe if I can get in the right mindset? That sounds inane, but for telekinetics it really is mind over matter." He rolls his eyes at the cliche.

[Warren Worthington III]

((ooc: no longer in the coffeehouse, and we've sorta threadjacked Tarot and Damien's thread, so Josh and I are dropping out here and restarting elsewhere))

[tarot]

((ok, Angel and Josh have left the building))

Tarot is a little spaced out. After all, she has just been taken from the rain soaked courtyard of Starbucks to Damien's hotel room, been "mind dryed" and taken back in only a few minutes.

This new and unexperienced way of travelling makes her feel dizzy, a little queazy even. She rests her arm in the crook of his to steady herself. "Please warn me before you do that again," she says jokingly, kissing his finger tips softly as she had done earlier.

"I wish we had stayed there a little bit longer, I look such a mess." She pulls a funny face as she catches her reflection in the darkened window. Thankfully, the rain and caresses of Damien have worn away the smudged makeup from her face but she still feels embaressed at the red mess that her long hair has become. She reaches her fingers up to it and uses them as a comb, dispelling the knots and tangles embedded in it.

"Better?" she asks him, knowing that even if it looked awful he would say yes. She doesn't care, as long as she is beautiful in his eyes it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

She looks towards Starbucks. Angel and the other boy have gone, Phew, I didn't really want to talk to them anyway

She looks at Damien. "What do you want to do now? I could take you to the Institute and you could look round while I pack, and then we could go to Germany, I'd so love to go there. What do you think?"

(( sorry it's sooooooooooooo crap, my muse has joined yours and abandoned me :-( ))

[Damien Schwartz]

He looks at her with joy filling his eyes, and he laughs slightly. "Sure, I'll warn you next time- it really can be confusing for the first time. And...um...no, you don't look better. Because you can't get better no matter how hard you try. And do you want to know why?" he asks and pauses long enough for her to as the question and then some more.

"Because you're the best." and with that a kiss is planted on her lips. "OK, I would love to see the institute. Perhaps I can find a room or something over there? Or is it actually just like a real school?" he asks, not really remembering much of the academic knowledge he harvested through their first kiss. That was still advanced for him.

"OK, so are you ready now?" he asks, hugging her tightly. It doesn't matter that he doesn't even need to touch her to blink her- Damien won't make any chances, and besides, it feels good as hell, so why not?