in other words, please be true--

[purgatio]

[ This is a continuance.

Of ghosts and demons, hope and flight. ]

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[Max stops with him in the middle of the quiet neighborhood street and turns her eyes to the sky. She doesn't really realize what she's planning until they're standing there, with the sun dragging down in the early evening and the clouds multi-colored overhead. It's the perfect time, but...she's never taken someone flying before.]

Up.

[She lets him go, hesitating briefly before unzipping her jacket to leave it by the road. A breeze passes and her wings rustle, testing the air, as her arms are held out to him in invitation. With the time they've spent in close proximity Max has gotten a good feel for his weight; she could probably carry him indefinitely in her arms on the ground, where the enhaced muscle can bare his body without any strain, but wings are different. She figures they may have an hour, give or take. Enough to show him what makes all the bad memories worth it. Enough to bring him back.]

Ever been? Now's your chance. Wind's perfect, weather's lookin' good. [He's given a smile.] You don't wanna miss this.