Above It All (Kind Of)
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DATE | 29/09/2025
INTERACTING | @Damien Dragonclaw
Dialogue/Thoughts
┃ Speech - #007514ℭaspian let his gaze drift back to his feet, the grass brushing the tips of his boots. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the pitch, and for a moment he considered just walking away, pretending this was a practical errand rather than a test of his nerves.
“Free, huh?” he said slowly, letting the word hang in the air, as if tasting it. He shifted his weight on the broom under his palm, feeling its familiar awkwardness, and tilted his head. “I suppose… that could be appealing. Not the falling part, of course, just the—‘bird’ part.”
He allowed a brief exhale, the edges of his tension softening ever so slightly. His eyes flicked up to the sky, imagining what it might feel like. His stomach twisted, part excitement, part anxiety.
“…Alright,” Caspian said finally, letting his words carry a cautious edge of curiosity. “Maybe I’ll give this… flying lesson of yours a try."
Even as he said it, his hand tightened slightly on the broom, thumb brushing along the smooth wood like it might offer reassurance. He hesitated, as though stalling might somehow make the idea less absurd to him.
He didn't think it ever would, He was always a bit skeptical when asking for help, he’d always been wary.
“…And,” he added after a beat, raising a finger as if punctuating the air itself, “you tell this to no one.” The faintest curve tugged at his mouth, part smirk, part warning. “I’ve got a reputation to maintain, after all.”
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Above It All (Kind Of)
Made by the amazing Prat Pass
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Damien just quietly laughed to himself as he didn’t understand it himself but he just felt like he was free to do anything while he was defying gravity in the sky, he made a mental note to ask his bunk mate Mikey later about it since they both are on the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Damien eyes widen as he hears Caspian quietly but surely agree to give his flying lessons a try, he was absolutely excited as it would be extremely fun. “Ah!! This is wonderful! You’ll enjoy it a lot and I promise I won’t let you down.” He was honestly surprised that Caspian even screeded to the flying lessons but he didn’t mind since he enjoyed helping people with anything he could possible think of besides cheating on a test. Damien just laughed softly as the little threat Caspian made as Damien knew he wouldn’t tell anyone about their flying lessons as he wasn’t some heartless monster who liked going around spreading rumors about people in Hogwarts. “Don’t worry Caspian! Your secret is safe with me as I wouldn’t do that to my worse enemy!” He held up his hand as a form of a promise before he slowly grabbed his broom getting a nice and firm grip on the handle before he turned to look at Caspain. “Alright! Are you ready ? Just take as long as you need as well as it dosent have to be perfect right away! Mine sure wasn’t!” Damien could just start laughing as he thought about his first time riding a broom, he hit himself in the head just trying to command the broom to move towards him luckily he had gotten alot better since then. |
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| IC date: 29th of September | Interactions: @Caspian Villin |
| English: #0056d6 | Thoughts: Italics |
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Above It All (Kind Of)
Im really sorry for the delay!!!
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ℭaspian stood over the broom, hands hovering above the polished wood like it might bite if he touched it wrong. For a second he wondered if the world had somehow schemed to make him look ridiculous. He flexed his fingers, and tried to summon some of his confidence. It looked harmless enough lying there against the grass, like it did not have the ability to drop him on the ground.
Which, of course, was exactly what it intended.
The Quidditch pitch stretched wide around him, an open bowl of green grass rimmed by tall stands that now sat empty. The sky above was enormous. Pale blue melting slowly into thin white clouds drifting lazily across it like they had nowhere better to be. Caspian hated how high it looked.
He exhaled slowly through his nose. This was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous.
He could walk away, very easily in fact. Just set the broom down, make some remark about having somewhere else to be, and leave with his dignity intact. “Alright,” he murmured, mostly to himself, and instead did the opposite of what he was thinking of doing. This was going to be fine, right? He wasn't going to die, and no one has to know the embarassing fact that he can't fly. If Damien broke his promise, Caspian would just have to kill him. He pushed with his feet, gently, and held in a panicked expression as he hovered a few feet away from comfort above the ground.
Caspian looked down, and his stomach did that strange somersualt again. Yep, Still hated that. But the strange thing was… he hadn’t died yet. In fact, the wind felt different up here, and he felt more free.
The field stretched out wider beneath him, and the stands didn’t look so imposing from here. Just rows of wood. A small, disbelieving laugh escaped him before he could stop it. He was still alive. Still not plummeting to a humiliating death.
His heart thudded in his chest as he adjusted his grip, cause the broom to wobble. “Alright,” he murmured again, "What do you need me to do?"
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Above It All (Kind Of)
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Damien gave Caspian a reassuring smile before moving slowly around him before speaking. “How about we just start with a gentle fly around the pitch hm ?” He asked as he smiled softly at him, he knew he probably didn’t like going high so he assumed staying low to the ground and taking it slow. “We will take it slow of course so that way you can get used to flying!” He gave him a reassuring smile as he started to slowly flying as he waited to make sure Caspian was following him. He knew someone who was afraid of heights and flying probably wouldn’t be very enjoyable for them but he knew Caspian was someone who was prideful with there appearance as well as what people think of him, so he knew that if people founded out that he couldn’t fly they would try and exploit those weaknesses. Damien for one didn’t care but he knew others who hated him would care to know so he figured it could be helpful. “Look just take you’re time and you shall do wonderful I know you can do it!” He smiled as he praised him as if anyone could do it, it was Caspian. |
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| IC date: 29th of September | Interactions: @Caspian Villin |
| English: #0056d6 | Thoughts: Italics |
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