Hannibal's house, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal had gone looking for things to wear that would be comfortable for flying, but was somewhat stymied by the fact that he'd always been a woman in warm weather. He eventually settled on wool pants and a shirt, and his motorcycle jacket. It fit, anyway, and ought to keep him warm. He'd dug out a scarf, too, in case Jono might think it necessary, but gloves...well, he would simply have to have cold hands.

The cats had been fed and were currently sleeping in one of the bay windows, with Beethoven pretending to ignore Joni had her chin on him. Dinner for this evening was prepared or ready for preparing. "Ready whenever you are," he called out, thinking it as well in case Jono wasn't within hearing range.


[OOC: For the still-a-lady!]

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[furnaceface]

//I can go as high as we can still breathe,// Jono shared, shooting Hannibal a grin. //And as fast as we can handle before it starts to get uncomfortable. I suppose I could put up a shield so that we could go higher and faster still, but that drains the power faster.//

That said, he was totally showing off by shooting like a rocket above the preserve.

//Speed of sound,// he added, //more accurately. It's a sonic collar, I've never tried to push it to go faster than that for fear of the bloody thing burning out and leaving me a bloody smear on the ground below.//

[sharp_as_knives]

I would prefer we not do that, yes. Still, this was amazing. Hannibal let Jono see his enjoyment and approval of it.

[furnaceface]

//Trust me, crash landings are bad enough when they don't scrape off half your limbs in the process. I'm not in any hurry to experience them any worse than I already have.//

He flew out over the water, up and up and up so that they could look out over it into the forever that it disappeared into. And then, with a grin, and holding on to Hannibal a little more tightly, he let them both go into free-fall.

No, he wasn't planning on letting them splatter on the water's surface when they hit the Atlantic, either, but he got a bit of a lunatic high doing this sort of thing, so sue him.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal laughed and held on. He'd have leaned in for a kiss, but distracting Jono at this point was probably inadvisable.

[furnaceface]

Probably not the best of plans, really. Jono sort of needed to be paying attention to where the water was in relation to them in order to miss it.

But a few seconds before they would have hit, their trajectory started to drift, until they were swooping low enough to touch the water if they cared to, and then gaining altitude again.

"God, I've missed this," he murmured aloud, steering them back toward the island.

[sharp_as_knives]

I can see why. Now that they were flying level, Hannibal did kiss him. Show me this art. Whatever you can do without dropping me.

[furnaceface]

Aerial kissing was Jono's new favourite sport, for the record.

//Hannibal, I can drop you without dropping you.//

The 'making hard light objects' function on his collar was amazing for that. He twisted about in mid-air, so that he was flying with his back to the ground and Hannibal above him, and he grinned again.

//But since you asked so nicely.//

Hannibal should probably brace himself for a lot of spins and dips and loops over the water, now, the wake of the air following them alone cutting through the waves below them. They were going a little faster than what would be a comfortable cruising speed against the wind now, yes, but there was a faint blue glow in the air ahead of them. Because if he was showing off, yes, Jonothon was absolutely going to provide a windshield.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was perfectly happy with the show, and the windshield was both useful and pretty. He wasn't stupid enough to try anything terribly distracting, but he was going to go for another kiss. Let me know if I should stop.

[furnaceface]

//Never,// Jono replied, quite happy to kiss Hannibal back. They were over open water, here, and unless the giant squid decided to go fora high-five or something, there wasn't exactly anything for them to collide with while his attention was elsewhere. //Never stop kissing me.//

[sharp_as_knives]

I don't plan on it.

...was there a giant squid? Why had nobody ever mentioned the giant squid?

[furnaceface]

Sunshine was easy to forget about, perhaps, since moving out of the duck pond and into more open waters...

//Good.// Jono smiled, content to just fly for a while, basking in the feel of being in the sky again. It had been far too long. //Didn't think I'd ever be able to do this again, you know. A year and a half ago, after I came back on fire, I mean.//

[sharp_as_knives]

And yet here you are, Hannibal said. Inspiration for when the rebuilding is difficult? he suggested.

[furnaceface]

//Every little bit helps,// Jono agreed, going into a spin just because the urge arose to do so. //And really, now that the idea of putting myself together again isn't completely insurmountable, this is another kick in the rear to put even more into getting it done.//

[sharp_as_knives]

I'm happy to kick you whenever you need it, Hannibal answered, chuckling.

[furnaceface]

//I think there's a line-up for that,// Jono noted, remembering his conversation with Didi earlier. //But I'm certain anyone else who wants in on that will be happy to let you move to the front. I do generally need a lot of kicking.//

There was a pause, and then he was shooting Hannibal a cheeky grin.

//Then again, when you make that offer, I'm more likely to take it as a come-on.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal grinned right back. What makes you think that it wasn't?

[furnaceface]

//You spoil me,// Jono decided, leaning to kiss Hannibal again before veering back toward the island. //Not that I'm as desperate for physical sensation as I usually am, I suppose. Still...//

[sharp_as_knives]

I'm not averse to leaving you with a bit more inspiration, Hannibal answered.

[furnaceface]

//Well, then I have something to look forward to when we land, don't I?//

A good, swift kick?

[sharp_as_knives]

Only if he asked very nicely.

You may.

[furnaceface]

//I'm going to remember that, you know,// Jono declared. //I'm going to hold it near and dear to my heart, and once we set foot on the ground again, I'm going to ask, 'where's my kick?'//

Don't think he wouldn't.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal was certain he would.

Only if I don't kick you first.

[furnaceface]

//I'll hold you to that,// Jono decided, grinning shamelessly and then going into another loop. //God, this is wonderful. It'll be hard going back to walking from place to place after this.//

Or, you know, the being on fire. Which would be harder, admittedly.

[sharp_as_knives]

Only temporarily, Hannibal reminded him. He took a moment to enjoy the flight, then asked, Have you ever considered hang gliding in the interrim?

[furnaceface]

//Hang gliding? You know... I haven't? But then, I suppose there are a few places to take a jump from even on the island...//

So help him, Hannibal, you had Jono contemplating this.

Well. It probably wouldn't kill him, anyway.