[Well. He knows she promised him a hug. But what she wound up giving him was a lot more than just a plain old hug. A lot more. So by the time she releases him and starts towing him off to who knows where, he is as red as a tomato and has two left feet.
CALL HIM CRAZY, BUT HE'S PRETTY SURE GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS DON'T HUG THEIR GUY FRIENDS THE WAY SHE JUST HUGGED HIM, OKAY.]
[Clearly Bolin has never quite experienced Ginny Weasley at her finest because this is just how she rolls. Wildly affectionate, open, headstrong. And maybe she's flustering him but she's grinning as she approaches her waiting broom, hovering just at the edge where the forest meets the beach.]
Alright. [She turns to face him.] You trust me, right? [She releases him and swings a leg over her broom, waiting for him to climb on behind her.] I've never dropped anyone or anything. Promise.
[No, clearly he hasn't. And if she's not careful- this amazing whirlwind of a girl -she's going to find herself crushed on by an earthbending doofus who had his heart broken not too long ago. (He's over it- he has to be, since it's Korra. And his brother. Double ouch.)
In any case, the sight of the broomstick brings back a City memory with almost gut-punching clarity, which snaps him out of his awkwardness.]
Hey, hey, hey! I remember this! Flying lessons! You taught me all I know of the fine art of airborne broom travel. [He wipes away an imaginary tear, then clambers onto the broom.] Ginny, I trust you with my life.
[Her smile broadens, hands curling around the handle of her broom, pleased that once in a while the City actually lets these things turn out alright, lets friendships come back with memories. Too often, she's had to let the past go because someone's told her that they aren't who she remembers, that they can't be the same person. It's exhausting. The whole place is exhausting, so to have this reprieve helps.]
Then hang on.
[She pulls up on the handle and the broom rises into the air, a smooth ascent that brings them up above the treeline, and she brings a hand up to pull her braid over her shoulder so the wind doesn't whip it everywhere, calling back,]
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HERE I AAAAAAAAAAAM
CALL HIM CRAZY, BUT HE'S PRETTY SURE GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS DON'T HUG THEIR GUY FRIENDS THE WAY SHE JUST HUGGED HIM, OKAY.]
Um. We- yes. Yes! Let us. Away.
bolin honestly
Alright. [She turns to face him.] You trust me, right? [She releases him and swings a leg over her broom, waiting for him to climb on behind her.] I've never dropped anyone or anything. Promise.
he's not used to girls doing that to him ok
In any case, the sight of the broomstick brings back a City memory with almost gut-punching clarity, which snaps him out of his awkwardness.]
Hey, hey, hey! I remember this! Flying lessons! You taught me all I know of the fine art of airborne broom travel. [He wipes away an imaginary tear, then clambers onto the broom.] Ginny, I trust you with my life.
just screaming and flinging clothes oic
Then hang on.
[She pulls up on the handle and the broom rises into the air, a smooth ascent that brings them up above the treeline, and she brings a hand up to pull her braid over her shoulder so the wind doesn't whip it everywhere, calling back,]
Right, then, you pick where we go.