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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[FUCK.]

[Make a mental note you dumbass, trees seem a lot less high up when you're on the ground, once you're in the bloody thing it's a different story.]

[You're Tavros, and you are now stuck in a tree on campus. You've been up there for probably 3 hours now, trying not to look at the ground, trying to look like you WANT to be up there for the rest of your life. You're cool, everything is cool. You never look near the ground, ever....

Ever ever ever. But, that is because winners never look down, they just look up, to the amazing goals they have set in the future. Yeah, and that shaking in your hands? That's just from anticipation. Of course.]

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Yeaaah I hate dates @_@

[fierybluebird]

Have you ever been flying?

[Cute! Marco is just... deadpan. He can't swim, so he figures this is how fishmen feel when he tries to explain that he'd drown. Just like "What curious creature is this?"]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Yes. [SOMEONES A LITTLE BITTER. /shot]

[fierybluebird]

And you didn't like it?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Wide eyed stare.]

No!? Why the fuck would I like it? Would you??

[fierybluebird]

[Stares back, a little uncertainly for once almost completely overriding the deadpan.]

Well... yes. In my world, flying is a big honor. Not many can do it, and it's like the ultimate freedom. What about it don't you like?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Hmmm let me see, I dunno, maybe THE HOVERING FEET FROM A MESSY DEATH?

[fierybluebird]

Yeah, but that just means you aren't dying, because you're flying.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well I can't fly, so there. Shit man, that's obvious. Only time I 'fly' is when I'm taking the sight of some bird, and I can do that since it's well, not me.

[fierybluebird]

[Side glance.]

Right. So climbing trees is the closest proximity?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Oi my dear droog, I climbed this ghastly bark to try and get over my crippling fear of heights. [Hmph.]

So give me a few cents instead of pounding the machine to fuck up my wash.

[fierybluebird]

All right... I didn't understand most of that. Pretty much everything other than that you don't like heights. Would you like to get down?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Pause.]

[He ries to look over the edge and freezes before he can, slowly looking over to Marco.]

For the love of all that is holy, yes.

[fierybluebird]

Then you have to promise me something. One, just trust me to get you down perfectly safely. You shouldn't feel anything but peace and warmth, all right? And two, keep your eyes shut until I say to open then. Agreed?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...Uh, right, I can make that deal. Just...get me the fuck down, will ya? [Already on top of the having his eyes closed thing.]

[fierybluebird]

[Switches into a full out phoenix and carefully picks Tavros up in his talons. The fires, if brushed, won't hurt at all, just feel warm and soothing. And down they gracefully go. Marco even takes it extra lift and time so that it won't feel like anything except cloud~ Well, and being supported around the shoulders, but even that should be pretty light.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Talons? Oh god those are talons. They don't hurt but this is really fucking confusing. He wants to open his eyes but no, he promised, and if there's any guy he likes here, it's Marco.]

[And oh lord, the ground, it feels so sweet under his feet...]

[fierybluebird]

[Lets go, switches back to human and stands there with a grin, all the feathers fading away into a light haze of blue flames.]

Okay, all good now matey.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Just gonna...kneel on the ground, and maybe pet it a bit...]

Thanks bro, I owe ya... no lie.

[fierybluebird]

Heh...

No need. Though if you ever do want to face your fear of heights, let me know next time, eh? There's better ways. Or it might just be better to stick to the ground.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Yeah well I might HAVE to force myself...somehow... to stop being scared of heights, because, blimey, I'm finding myself in high places quite a bit more them normal... [Ugh, Vriska.]

[fierybluebird]

Maybe you just need better experiences with them. How much do you hate birds again?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

I don't hate birds, christ, I just hate flying. It's fucking terrifying.

[fierybluebird]

Do you really want to try facing the fear of heights?

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. If there was anything his lusus couldn't beat out of him, it was his fear of heights. His custodian beat the SHIT out of him to stop his damn stutter, or atleast get it to where it was now. But this phobia...it was a plague. Tavros stands, glancing to the side, hands going in his pockets.]

[He can't really...say..yes...but he'll give a slight shrug.]

[fierybluebird]

[Switches into a fiery blue phoenix, this time without making Tavros close his eyes... and then back out to human again.]

If you do, I'll try to work something out, eh? I've never dropped anyone, and I'd sooner kill myself than lose one of the nakama I take up with me. Obviously I won't take you up if you don't want to go, but we could start small, like coasting along the ground or at night.

[Shrugs.] I'm a bird. So to me? Height is safety. Up in the air, there's no earthquakes or people to bother me, no one to get in the way, and not much can touch me. It's a strange relief, eh.