The train chugs along, scraping against copper-steel track with a deafening holler of a whistle from the front. Greed peers at it once; a very brief notion as he shoves his head out to the whip-lashing wind. They're moving pretty fast, the ground under them just a blur in the near-pitch black of it. A few lights ignite it every so often; from the sparks on the line below, to the gas-lights dotting the rail-line.
Greed circles his arms around her legs, holds her still, and jumps.
At first, it's like silence. As he shoves a heel out and angles it down. The noise happens afterward; as rocks scream and jump under the dig of his boot. He skids for a good few seconds, carving out his own scar in the earth as his other ankle flicks out to make for the breaks. Sliding it to the side, as if he knows what this line of recklessness holds for him. The curved-tip of his boot springs up, slicing the wind as his thighs spread and tense.
Eventually, after dirt and gravel paves out to dust and grass, Greed finally slows down. The train they had been on is far ahead of them, groaning and chiming as it disappears around a bend. The Sin pops up laughing a bit to himself as he sees it pass around the curb.
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The train chugs along, scraping against copper-steel track with a deafening holler of a whistle from the front. Greed peers at it once; a very brief notion as he shoves his head out to the whip-lashing wind. They're moving pretty fast, the ground under them just a blur in the near-pitch black of it. A few lights ignite it every so often; from the sparks on the line below, to the gas-lights dotting the rail-line.
Greed circles his arms around her legs, holds her still, and jumps.
At first, it's like silence. As he shoves a heel out and angles it down. The noise happens afterward; as rocks scream and jump under the dig of his boot. He skids for a good few seconds, carving out his own scar in the earth as his other ankle flicks out to make for the breaks. Sliding it to the side, as if he knows what this line of recklessness holds for him. The curved-tip of his boot springs up, slicing the wind as his thighs spread and tense.
Eventually, after dirt and gravel paves out to dust and grass, Greed finally slows down. The train they had been on is far ahead of them, groaning and chiming as it disappears around a bend. The Sin pops up laughing a bit to himself as he sees it pass around the curb.
"See - that wasn't so bad, was it?"