Throwback to old times
WHO: julianhellion and 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?"
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?"