capeandcowllogs | Throwback to old times

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Throwback to old times

WHO:

sofiawind
WHERE: Starting off in the MAC, heading into the sky, and who knows where from there
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Talking and stuff? Probably nothing worrying
SUMMARY: Julian wants to take Sofia flying. Also, they should hang out more or something.
FORMAT: Starting with prose here; however you like in the comments!

It's been a few days since Sofia arrived in the City. It's been kind of weird, knowing that she's here - knowing that she's close, after such a long time when Julian had no idea where she was at all. Ever since that first day, when she had arrived and he had rushed to find her, he hadn't seen her. Not in person, anyway. He knew where her apartment was, but he hadn't gone round there yet. A couple of times, he'd been tempted to - especially when she'd talked to him through vids on the network - but even so, he hadn't knocked on her door.

All the same, the temptation was there. He'd been doing a lot of thinking lately. Probably too much thinking, and definitely too much in-the-bar thinking. And then on Friday he'd gone to the dojo to train, and ended up having a spar with Tom that seemed to have a little more of an edge than would be usual for a spar, and...

Ever since then, he'd felt a little better. It wasn't that the fight had fixed everything, that it had made him stop thinking about Tom and Laura. That was still there in the back of his mind, ready to drag him back if he'd let it. The difference now was that it was at the back, and that a lot of the tension he'd been feeling that was connected with it had drained away. And the more it drained, the more he felt like he didn't want to waste time wallowing. He wanted to get out, he wanted to hang with more people, he wanted to see his friends and not be brooding and morose while he was doing it.

He wanted to see Sofia. And he didn't care what issues were still lying between the two of them. What the hell did it matter? He still wanted to see her. And if she'd come with him, he wanted to go flying with her. That had been in his head ever since they'd talked in that cafe. He knew she missed it. He did, too. He missed flying with her. They used to do that together back at the Institute, and it was nice. It was a way they could get away from everyone else.

So Julian put on blue jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt in red and black, and a loose, aviator-style jacket. He glanced in the mirror, ran his hands through his hair and headed out, pretending like he hadn't overthought this in any sense of the word. Even though he'd only been there when he'd brought her to the MAC that first night, Julian's feet carried him automatically to the right apartment. After a minute he knocked on the door.

"Hey, Sofia? It's me. You up to anything right now?"

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Sofia had been listening to music when Julian knocked at the door. When she was alone, she loved having it playing in the background. Hopefully, she thought Julian wouldn't have heard her singing along as she comes to the door and opens it with a smile.

"Hi Julian," she smiles and steps back to let him in, "I wasn't doing anything special." Today, she is wearing skinny fitting jeans and a pink t-shirt.

It was really good to see him again. The video talks had been great, they had given her a chance to talk to Julian again, and get to know some of the changes that had happened in him. He looked older and more care worn than when she had seem him last which was no surprise, but his fire, and his impulsiveness were still there.

Julian leaned against the doorframe, smiling at her automatically. His brain pretty much immediately went to the place where he thought what she was wearing was cute, and he immediately pushed that back. He needed to not go there. He concentrated on the music he could hear playing instead. It was weird, but he'd associated music with Sofia ever since he'd met her. She had always been so into her dancing.

He'd only danced with her once, at the school dance at the end of that year when everything had seemed so good. Looking at her now, so much had changed since then. So much had happened to both of them. They'd grown up away from each other. Her hair was short now, and he remembered it flying out behind her. It suited her, though. For some reason, he liked the new look.

"Well, if you're not busy, you feel like going out?" He tried to sound casual. "I was thinking I could show you round the City. Took me a while to get used to it. Different from our New York."

"I would like that," Sofia can't help pausing to laugh, "I've think I know a lot of coffee off shops, thanks to a few people who say my arrival but I don't have a clue of anything else that is around."

She turned away from him and turned the music off and grabbed a short navy jacket to wear out.

"Do you know any places to go dancing?"

He waited for her, putting his hands in his pockets for something to do. When she rejoined him, he pushed away from the doorframe and took a few steps towards the exit.

"I've seen a few," he said, with a slight smile. "Haven't been in any." Not the kind of place he would go alone. "You know I still think of you every time I pass one of those places?"

She smiled as an old memory came up. For a second she hesitated. Had too much time passed for this to be anything but creepy? She wanted to do and

stepped a little closer and brushed her fingers very lightly through his hair. "Do you think you could keep up with me if we ever went?"

That touch startled him so much that he actually stopped moving and turned to look at her. Then he remembered what had actually happened to him the last time she'd done that, sending compacted air through his ear while she did it, and he had to laugh. Apparently that move was just really good at stopping him in his tracks.

"I think I always could," he said, raising an eyebrow and grinning. "You never did give me the chance."

He moved towards the main door, holding it open for her. "Let me ask you something. You said you missed flying with me. How much do you miss it?" And he held his hand out. The worst she could say was no. "Enough to let me take you up?"

Sofia's eyes widened and all replied fled her mind. "With...you?" She took a few steps toward him.

"Julian."

She caught up with him and closed her fingers around his. "Yes." She could not wait to see the world from above again and to feel the winds in her hair.

For maybe just the briefest of half-minutes, Julian had thought she was about to say no. And then he realised he was reading those widening eyes in completely the wrong way. She wasn't refusing at all; she was happy.

He held her hand lightly.

"Okay. Cool. Cause...I've missed this too."

He used his powers to lift them. Actually he'd never done this before; any time she'd flown with him, she'd been using her wind powers beside him. He'd never had to lift her so he didn't know how comfortable she'd be with it or whether she'd want him to hold her tighter than this. His teke would never drop her, but she'd never had to trust it before. He took them up above the apartment building, and started heading towards the centre of the City. He kept close enough to her that he didn't have to talk very loud.

"Bringing back memories?"

"Quite a few," she admitted turning her head to him with a smile that was growing wider and wider. It wasn't perfect. While they rose up, she remembered the feeling of the winds gently settling around her and lifting her. Julian's teke was stronger, and more linear. But it was safe, and this, what he was doing for her, made her feel happy. She had always been happy in the sky, it was a second home to her.

She squeezed his hand tightly. "It felt good when flew together, it wasn't something other people understood."

That made him smile. Even back then, before his world had gone crazy, Julian had gone flying any time he needed to think. The difference had been that in those days, Sofia would come with him. Nowhere but the sky had ever been so quiet.

"How could they?" he said, looking back at her. He turned them a little, and sped up so that the air would rush around them some more. He couldn't simulate wind, but he could enjoy the sky. "This was our thing. Always was."

He was quiet for a while, thinking about that. Doing this with Sofia was like going back in time. Finally he looked below, and pointed to one of the buildings.

"I think that one's a dance studio. There's an arcade nearby, I've been there before. Sure that's the right place."

"Did you ever take anyone else flying?" she asked curiously.
She looked down and had to smile. Dance studios always had the same look to them.

The wind whipped through her hair, sending it back from her face. It almost felt like she could reach out and take control of it. But that was an illusion.

"Trust you to find the nearest arcade."

The question made him smile. It was kind of a weird one because he had to classify it. He had, after all, taken the other Hellions flying all the time. Using his powers as part of a team was what he did. It was natural. But he didn't think that was what she meant.

"Like this?" he said. "Not so much. Took Jess for a while when we were at the beach a few weeks back, just for kicks. She wanted to know about my powers, seemed the best way to show her. Any other time's been a mission thing, though. Teammates...the Hellions, the team we had...after, Laura. That was work stuff."

"Work stuff is never the same is it," she says softly, "It isn't the same as flying because we...you can."

“Work stuff’s cause it’s the best way to get around.”

He nods, agreeing with her. Then he looks at her with a tiny smile and comes closer to her. He’s holding her mainly with his powers, but he also still has hold of her hand. He lets it go now, sliding an arm around her waist instead. This is only for security, he promises. Suddenly they’re going much faster, and higher. He loops them around, playing in the air, having fun with it in a way he just doesn’t do when he’s flying to get from one point to another.

“This is real flying. And we can. Any time you want.”

Sofia's fingers rest on the back of Julian's back as they move. THe laughs are free of worries. Everything about this is bringing back good memories. She tilts her head up with a wide smile.

"You might regret saying that if I appear at any time of the day or night asking for a fly Julian."

That makes him laugh. He turns them over in the air and looks round at her, shaking his head.

"Sweetheart, you could show up at four in the damn morning and I wouldn't care," he admits, perfectly honestly since it's not unusual for him to be up at that time anyway. "In fact, do that some time. Flying with the stars out is a whole other kind of awesome."

Her smile softens, "I will, how could I refuse an offer like that."

How does he do that? Julian can turn her insides into goo with a simple suggestion. Even after all this time, he still had the same effect he'd had on her since the day she had first met him.

~~Just his natural talent, beautiful.~~

He smiled back, feeling himself relaxing. It was a combination of Sofia's happy influence, and flying like this. He could have done this all day. He'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to be showing her points of interest around the City. He'd remember at some point, probably.

"We should do it. That's a view most people don't see cause New York's so busy. So much light all the time, but if you go above it all...I don't know, I like doing that. Always did, and I always liked it better with you."

"I'll come and call for you one night then," she said thinking that it would better if she showed up at his door, rather than letting him see her very sleepy and not quite dressed.

"Every where looks so different at night."

"Good," he said. The part about sleepy-and-not-quite-dressed didn't quite cross his mind. That kind of thing just doesn't bother him. "And I know, I like it. I used to do it more when we were in Westchester. City Centre's busier, but it doesn't matter if you go high enough."

"All the flyers did it," she says with an old remembering smile. "I know Jay doe...did it to clear his head at night."

Julian pulls her a little closer in some kind of imitation of a one-armed hug. While they're flying.

"Yeah, well, he was a New Mutant. I'd have needed to clear my head too."

He risks a grin. He's mainly trying to get her to laugh, but if he can make her remember less...sad parts of the old days, that's good too.

That does make her smile, she slides her hand down to his other hand and squeezes it.

"You wouldn't have lasted two days with us, before you went nuts."

He smiles back, and makes a show of rolling his eyes.

"Hey, give me some credit. I'd have driven you guys just as nuts."

"You would have driven Josh and Nori nuts for sure," she has to agree. "I don't think I would have minded too much, as long as you weren't insulting everyone all the time."

She had stopped looking down at the city, and was more intersted in the sky and Julian's face.

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...I need so many new icons of these two

...same I don't feel like I have enough