closed ✋ 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱-𝓪𝓵𝓵

[oomfies]

Who: lottie person.. and YOU!!
Where: various
When: may + june
What: generally going to consist of tdm continuations!! and maybe closed / open starters depending on my time.

Warnings: n/a




if you'd like a closed starter, feel free to contact me through pm or via snottie ❤️

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[diametrically]

[ It should come as no surprise that he nearly mistakes the strangled noise she makes as a sound of discomfort. That's a contributing factor to why he looks over in the first place, trusting the feel of the car beneath him and the fact that the cars in front of them are still moving faster than they are. Well, for now.

But then he sees her raise her eyebrow and hears the certainty in her voice. Maybe the sound from before hadn't been so much of a noise of discomfort but maybe one of unexpected joy? The corners of his eyes crinkle in time with the upward slant of his mouth and there's something almost mischievous in the way he replies. ]

Yes ma'am.

[ He shifts the car into gear, engine letting out a giant rev as they pick up speed. It isn't long before they catch up with the other cars. But as if embodying the spirit of whoever had owned this car before him, Cassian accelerates, swinging them into the opposing lane to get around the short line that had formed and leaving them in the dust.

There's something exhilarating in this for him - the speed, the acceleration, the handling of the car - it's akin to flying and the thought makes his chest tighten. Before he can allow it to get too far though the press of his foot against the gas as he nudges the car along is enough to keep his mind, and eyes, on the road. They drive on for a little while longer before he glances over towards her as a warning, nodding briefly at the handle above her seat. ]

Hang on.

[ It's apparent why. With enough distance between them and the other cars and no oncoming traffic, he cuts the wheel hard sending the car into a spin until they're safely back in the other lane and en route back to her car. ]

[oomfies]

[ It rumbles in her belly, the air shifting out of her lungs when she breathes out.

She feels so very alert and alive when he says yes ma'am (wow, does that make her feel cool) and accelerates. Lottie tries very hard to bite back the curve of her lips, the matching curl up Cassian graced her with, when they pick up speed. It feels so lame to say she feels like she's in a movie but it's the only thing she can compare it to, when they so smoothly shift past car after car. Cutting across lanes, looking at the stupefied and vaguely annoyed passerby's with a face that says ha ha — because she sticks her tongue out, too, probably because they're showboating when there's no reason to.

(Later, when she reflects on this by herself in a dingy little motel room, she'll think about one specific movie franchise. Fast and the Furious. Is that why it go so popular? She gets it, if it was. The thrill and adrenaline, the fun of controlling a little metal machine to do fun stunts.)

She's got the window rolled down enough to ride the rapid winds with her hand, wave after wave before she looks over at him just to see (there's been a joy in seeing him drive, too, another aspect of the Furious franchise she'll have to mull over). Her brain doesn't register it but her body does, holding onto the handle right as he lurches the wheel to the side.

Something like a choked shriek echoes inside the car, melding into a bark of a laugh that lands on ohmygod. Oh my god, she says again, lightheaded and blinking rapidly. ]

What the hell was that??

[ They're back in the right lane and already drove past everyone in their way, on their way back to her car she thinks. Her skin is buzzing, head fuzzy. Brown eyes look at his, equal parts stupefied and in wonder. ]

How did you do that?!

[diametrically]

[ Despite the dry tone and grumpy appearance, Cassian, at several points throughout his life, has in fact done his fair share of showboating.

Some of it had to do with the cockiness of a kid trying his best to fit into a completely new environment where he spoke little (none) of the language and who had yet to fully comprehend the lessons life was going to teach him. And then in between all of that, some it could be chalked up to trying impress someone. Typically someone of the pretty or handsome variety. If we had to place this scenario anywhere between those two, it's probably closer to the latter. But only because he had to prove a point.

And when she lets out another sound - not just any sound, it's the sound of the ebb of fear that flows into joy - hearing that is what turns the tilt of his lips into a proper smile on his face that feels more devil-may-care than it did before. He eases off the gas pedal but not so much that the wind whistling through their hair stops. Though he hasn't laughed there's the obvious sound of it in his voice as he takes his eyes off the road to look at her clearly equal parts amused and pleased to see that the apprehension from before has been swept away at least for the time being. ]

Do you want the easy answer or the more complicated one?

[oomfies]

[ Only because he had to prove a point is she feeling elated — excited and making a silly little face at his question, like the answer is so obvious he didn't even really have to ask. Her long hair smacks her face a few times in the second it takes for her to open her mouth, free hand moving to toss it out of her way. Her laugh is louder, breaking eye contact so she can make sure that hand is, eventually, anchored at her scalp so she can look at him proper.

And boy, is he pretty. He should smile more often, she thinks. ]

Easy! Duh.

[ And that isn't because she's not interested in the complicated one (maybe, once she's dropped back off), it's because she wants the quickest answer she can get. ]