Drunk flying is one of those ideas that was maybe better on paper. Granted, it's a blast, but what should be a simple maneuver to catch his bearings leaves Eddy momentarily lightheaded as he pushes back against gravity and brings himself level with Tybalt. "..Hey.." As recognition registers who his companion is, some thoughts prickle at the edge of his mind, reminders, mostly, to not make things weird, because the last time— But they go drifting off elsewhere when Tybalt speaks a second time.
Through the entire collision, Eddy'd held the star tight against his chest, and now he loosens his hold to reveal the small shining object. It's not a real star, obviously, but Eddy still feels a swell of excitement and wonder as he looks down at it. "Badass," he concludes. Without any warning, his focus shifts back up to Tybalt and then he's tossing the small star over his head, like he's returning a Quaffle to play. "Catch." He gives Tybalt a brief head start and then he's chasing the star as well.
There's probably words to be saying to Eddy, right now. About lines he shouldn't have crossed, and feelings that he'd stepped on with the carelessness that has always been just too inherent. He's not so stupid that he doesn't know that's all vaguely lurking somewhere in the dark every time he approaches. Maybe he should stay at an arm's length.
But while he's here anyway, he may as well back up just a little farther, and farther still, propelled back with a pull from his powerful, albeit squeaky, metal wings. The star glides past him, as of course it does. With a giddy laugh, he propels after. "Well now look what you did," he scolds, while chasing as fast as he can.
Maybe Eddy should hightail it in the other direction whenever he sees Tybalt, but he tried that already and he wasn't a fan. There'd been feelings, yeah. Curious, drawn in, then mostly confused. It'd been like playing with fire without really understanding how it could burn.
The head start's hardly necessary. His wings might work leagues better than if actual maple leaves had sprouted out his back, but they're still no match for the power behind Tybalt's metal wings. Chasing's no fun if it ain't a real chase though and Eddy pushes everything he has through the delicate looking wings, keeping pace with Tybalt as best he can. "Don't let it hit the ground," he calls out, then swoops underneath Tybalt, echoing his laughter. He might not be able to beat him, but he could certainly be a nuisance.
Flying this way may give him extra power, but it's bulkier. Tybalt's used to being incredibly aerodynamic; just a skinny boy and his broom, an extension of himself. Now he's part of a massive metallic wing setup, and it's not nearly as graceful or natural. Eddy's sudden appearance makes him spin a little uncontrollably out, and he has to flap hard to avoid a messy collision. Which is difficult, these wings are a little heavy. He isn't much deterred and grins down, stretching one arm out in a Superman pose, diving in the way of the star.
The star is nearly in Tybalt's grasp and Eddy makes chase, pumping his wings hard, but this time only for show. The goal of the game is to recapture the star after all, and if Tybalt loses they both do. So he pulls wide, careful not to disrupt Tybalt's path as he dives as well, arm outstretched. Somewhere in another universe there's a far cockier, confident Eddy Waxweiler who insisted on going for the glory and playing Seeker. That one's actually pretty good at it; this one just knows how to parrot the motions.
"One way to find out," he points out, not slowing his descent.
The star's getting close to slipping out of his fingers entirely, leading to about a dozen flashbacks of missed snitches over the last few years. A sinking feeling that leads to raw, harsh determination not displayed by Tybalt in basically any other task. He's catching that star. It takes a lot of strength he doesn't innately have to power his wings and fling himself successfully on the tail of it. Right now, though, it's kind of hard to tell what's caught whom. "I got it!" He shouts, anyway. He doesn't quite got it.
Keen eyes don't miss the fumble and what had been a slow swoop to meet Tybalt at the prize, turns into an urgent sprint. Eddy dives low, ignoring the tickling at his ribcage and silently cursing Pocket for gifting him with such impractical wings. Least he's always been a tall kid and he darts forward with arms outstretched. Tybalt's mostly got it, which means Eddy actually makes it in time to cup his hands under Tybalt's, blocking the small star from escaping Tybalt's grasp. Even the Seeker needs a team to support him.
Adrenaline washes over Eddy as he grins without reservation up at Tybalt. "I nearly had it."
Tybalt's wings slow their fevered flapping, and instead just support him as he floats aloft in the night sky. He laughs in return, because it's an excuse he uses every time, when he doesn't catch snitches. Something he never does is relinquish control of his prize to anyone else. But today, that's exactly what he does, carefully shifting the shooting star from his hands to Eddy's. "If I remember correctly, you had it first," he amends. This one's his.
As the adrenaline settles so does Eddy's face into its more usual neutral expression, though excitement still prickles at his eyes as he accepts the star back from Tybalt. "Yeah. Did," he agrees, cupping the small glowing treasure in his hands. Too bad it couldn't leave here. His wings slow too, hovering, uncertainty starting to creep back in. Too much silence. "Didn't— About—" Each halting start is abruptly cut off. Another star falls in the distance and he nods instead towards it. "Plenty more. Race you?"
Tybalt tenses, visibly, at first, preparing himself for a verbal lashing that he frankly deserves. But it doesn't come, and he's vaguely relieved. Deserving it's one thing, being brave enough to face it's quite another. And he's not. Much easier to train his eyes immediately at the falling star, and taking a leap into the darkness, only shouting back from several feet away, "If you ever get here!"
Things maybe ought to be said, but what they are, Eddy doesn't know. The friendship he'd built with Tybalt during their years together on quodpot wasn't worth tossing away over a few confusing kisses. That's something he does know. Maybe someday he'd work up the nerve to try talking about it, but that's not today. He sees the way his words cause Tybalt to tense, and he does too in turn.
It's a relief that Tybalt's as willing to escape as he is, and he pushes those thoughts away again, gamely chasing after him into the darkness. "Yeah, you need that head start," he calls after him, pumping his wings hard to make up the distance between them.
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Through the entire collision, Eddy'd held the star tight against his chest, and now he loosens his hold to reveal the small shining object. It's not a real star, obviously, but Eddy still feels a swell of excitement and wonder as he looks down at it. "Badass," he concludes. Without any warning, his focus shifts back up to Tybalt and then he's tossing the small star over his head, like he's returning a Quaffle to play. "Catch." He gives Tybalt a brief head start and then he's chasing the star as well.
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But while he's here anyway, he may as well back up just a little farther, and farther still, propelled back with a pull from his powerful, albeit squeaky, metal wings. The star glides past him, as of course it does. With a giddy laugh, he propels after. "Well now look what you did," he scolds, while chasing as fast as he can.
THE STARRY NIGHT: Eddy & Tybalt
The head start's hardly necessary. His wings might work leagues better than if actual maple leaves had sprouted out his back, but they're still no match for the power behind Tybalt's metal wings. Chasing's no fun if it ain't a real chase though and Eddy pushes everything he has through the delicate looking wings, keeping pace with Tybalt as best he can. "Don't let it hit the ground," he calls out, then swoops underneath Tybalt, echoing his laughter. He might not be able to beat him, but he could certainly be a nuisance.
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"Is there a ground?" He muses, mid-surge.
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"One way to find out," he points out, not slowing his descent.
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He doesn't quite got it.
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Keen eyes don't miss the fumble and what had been a slow swoop to meet Tybalt at the prize, turns into an urgent sprint. Eddy dives low, ignoring the tickling at his ribcage and silently cursing Pocket for gifting him with such impractical wings. Least he's always been a tall kid and he darts forward with arms outstretched. Tybalt's mostly got it, which means Eddy actually makes it in time to cup his hands under Tybalt's, blocking the small star from escaping Tybalt's grasp. Even the Seeker needs a team to support him.
Adrenaline washes over Eddy as he grins without reservation up at Tybalt. "I nearly had it."
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THE STARRY NIGHT: Eddy & Tybalt
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It's a relief that Tybalt's as willing to escape as he is, and he pushes those thoughts away again, gamely chasing after him into the darkness. "Yeah, you need that head start," he calls after him, pumping his wings hard to make up the distance between them.