flagrant: (39.)
ʟɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ ✧ ([personal profile] flagrant) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2025-01-23 10:19 pm (UTC)

[ Tough crowd. ]

Alright. [ He starts walking out from under him. ] Hang tight and I'll come to you.

[ Lighter's not really used to fragility — the Outer Ring has always been too inhospitable to foster it. But maybe that's why he's drawn to it, gaze traveling the ceiling until it lands on one of the ornate pillars supporting the fancy molding on this place. That'll work.

His idea unfolds: Lighter takes a running start right at the pillar, body heating as he dips and winds through the crowd with a litheness that betrays his bulk. Now, that's captured the attention of some onlookers. Leaping, he twists, landing feet-first against the pillar and coiling into a crouch. His momentum flares in the same breath as he careens off of it, using that extra height to jump his way right up to where Sunday is. Eyes are on him now, faces upturned.

From there, it's relatively simple. Arms encircle his target, beneath his knees and about his slender back, tugging him to his chest.
]

Sorry 'bout this.

[ A warning that he's gonna pitch them, rolling them midair so his feet are pointed the right way when gravity takes hold. From that deft arc, they finally drop, but Lighter sticks the landing with ease, standing tall with his prize (a guy) in hand.

If you see him flip his hair a little as a ripple of oohs and aahs erupt from the crowd, no you don't. If you see some embers flutter from that gesture, no you don't again.

Lighter grins.
]

There we are.

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