[It's in response to the deathgrip, of course, but this time the words come less gruff, more hushed, softer around the edges. It's not irritation that drives them so much as it is the compulsion to reassure, which isn't so much because he thinks Polnareff doubts him as maybe just that this is one of those things that anyone would need to hear a few times, to get used to it.
He's never had much of a learning curve for these giant upsets in his life, though, has he? Not personally. Something happens and he needs to figure it out in a hurry. Star was no different. This isn't, either.
He can't swoop and soar very well while he's towing the chair, but it's a steady and easy flight up onto a flat, mostly-concealed rooftop where they're away from the mobs, where he can set the wheelchair down and land but still hold on to Polnareff, just in case he's not ready to be deposited back into it yet.
...And maybe also because he's personally not ready to let go yet. Not when Polnareff might disappear if he does, or so some small irrational part of his mind insists.]
Part of this form involves being able to control prey — it's adapted for catching and carrying. So holding you while I fly doesn't feel unnatural. It goes with the instincts, not against them.
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[It's in response to the deathgrip, of course, but this time the words come less gruff, more hushed, softer around the edges. It's not irritation that drives them so much as it is the compulsion to reassure, which isn't so much because he thinks Polnareff doubts him as maybe just that this is one of those things that anyone would need to hear a few times, to get used to it.
He's never had much of a learning curve for these giant upsets in his life, though, has he? Not personally. Something happens and he needs to figure it out in a hurry. Star was no different. This isn't, either.
He can't swoop and soar very well while he's towing the chair, but it's a steady and easy flight up onto a flat, mostly-concealed rooftop where they're away from the mobs, where he can set the wheelchair down and land but still hold on to Polnareff, just in case he's not ready to be deposited back into it yet.
...And maybe also because he's personally not ready to let go yet. Not when Polnareff might disappear if he does, or so some small irrational part of his mind insists.]
Part of this form involves being able to control prey — it's adapted for catching and carrying. So holding you while I fly doesn't feel unnatural. It goes with the instincts, not against them.