what you want and what you need, the truth unwinding

[attitude]

It took a while before Faye worked up the courage to soar towards the upper limits of the city. Honestly, sometimes she's still surprised that she tried. Even though the magical borders of Darrow make it seem pretty likely that the ticket out isn't as obvious as any singular mode of transportation, there's something about Red Tail that feels like just that. The one thing that she can trust to take her out of this place should the opportunity ever arise.

An escape plan.

Having everyone else's stories confirmed is at once a disappointment and a relief. The last thing that she remembers is flying up with her ship at full power, the engine roaring as she hurtled up at dizzying speeds. It'd been a while since she kicked everything up to eleven with her ship. That's frightening in its own way — the suggestion that she might someday forget the weightlessness of space, that her skills as a pilot might only deteriorate in time. It only strengthened her resolve as she went up, the clouds around fading into a soft blur and parting for the azure above.

And then, nothing. No memory. Just the awareness of passed time, and a ship gently returning back into Darrow's skyline.

She doesn't have the tears to spare for it, or the anger. Just a soft drag of breath as she circles the ship back towards the parking lot by Darrow's research labs, where a section's been quartered off for her zipcraft. Faye ignores the few gazes that she always draws as she descends towards the asphalt, and only after she feels the metal settle against the pavement does she finally release a deep exhale.

Pinching the bridge of her nose with delicate fingers, Faye releases the pressure in her ship, the windshield lifting away to make way for fresh air again.

"You win some, you lose some, Valentine," she murmurs.

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[attitude]

"In the right hands, at least," Faye says, watching Raleigh circle her ship before stepping towards the cockpit, her heels sharp against the metal as she climbs up into the ship. "Permission granted, but ladies first. You know how it goes."

She sits further right than normal, leaving half of the seat to Raleigh as she starts tweaking the controls for the added weight.

"You wouldn't believe the number of times I've had someone try to take my ship. And while they wouldn't get far with my remote override, I'd rather not invite the trouble," she adds, raising a brow and waiting for Raleigh to fully settle. "Who knows what your blond-haired, blue-eyed self might be hiding under the smile?"

[fightthehurricane]

"And why exactly were people trying to take your ship?" Raleigh raises an eyebrow as he climbs aboard, slotting himself into the space as best he can. He's never been in anything like it - he's used to a lot more space than this - and that alone piques his interest.

He resists the urge to reach out and touch everything, despite said interest, and looks over at Faye and giving her his best overly innocent expression. "I wouldn't dream of taking her away from you." And he wouldn't, which he's pretty sure is obvious, but it's fun to tease.

Straightening his back and getting comfortable, he looks out the front of the aircraft, then up toward the sky. "How far can you go before you get turned back?"

[attitude]

Once Raleigh's seated comfortably, Faye kicks the engine to life, and Red Tail starts to rise quickly off the ground. Faye always goes up with a little more speed than is strictly comfortable. The flip of her stomach has always been one of Faye's favorite sensations — gives her the feeling of adventure, even when Darrow itself remains stagnant.

"I've managed to get to about a hundred thousand feet above ground without losing consciousness. Not even to the level of Low Earth orbit. And every single time I come back down, I can't even remember what the terrain looked like while I was up there. It's like something keeps me from focusing," murmurs Faye, putting her craft on autopilot once they're above the tallest buildings in the city. "As for why people were trying to take my ship — who wouldn't want a ship like this? Not everyone could afford it, even though the technology existed. Same class divide as ever, even in the future."