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Xander Cage

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Mun/Muse 21+ Written by Erick

Est. 1/2017

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“I spend most of college wearing a batting helmet, I’m sure I can manage.” Smirking absently, she only falters once it’s fully on, taking an uneasy breath in a she looks at him. Honestly – it wasn’t her greatest idea. Adventure – or even a break in routine – was something she’d SEARCHED out a few years ago. But she’d found more than her share accidentally when her abilities developed and now she did her best to stay boring. It gave her anxiety, to a degree, to do anything outside of the box. But she shakes the thought off quickly – it wouldn’t be terrible, to let the rest of her life go for a few minutes. Even if it wasn’t the sort of thing she normally did. It was better than drinking, which, frankly, had been her plan for the rest of the day. So she nods, bringing herself around to it quickly and settling herself on the back of the motorcycle. 

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God, he could’ve warned her. She does as she’s told, locking her fingers together, and her grip only tightens as he speeds up. She’d never even liked roller coasters, if she’s honest with herself. Not during the ride – she could always bring herself around afterwords, when her feet were back on the ground. But there was a point, in the middle, where things like this seemed IRRATIONAL. Riding motorcycles and defying gravity. She almost panics the first time the front wheel leaves the ground, and by the time the back wheel has, she’s SURE what she’s feeling is panic. And she resolves quickly that this is the kind of thing she’s never going to let herself do again. Ever. By the time they’re back, she feels out of breath, scrambling to get the helmet off once they’ve fully come to a stop. If only to allow herself more air. 

“Yeah, a rush –” She echoes him easily, if only because she doesn’t know what else to say, taking a deep breath in and awkwardly stumbling off the bike. It’s fine, really. She was fine, it wasn’t like she’d FALLEN. She hadn’t come anywhere NEAR dying, she’d been in far more dangerous situations before. But the thought hardly eased any of the tension in her shoulders, she’s frowning by the time she thrusts the helmet back towards him. Frankly, it feels somewhat embarrassing, the amount of panic she’d felt. Covering it with aggravation was hardly a solid plan, but she does it nevertheless, jaw clenching quickly. “ – you could’ve warned me –” 

The thing about Xander Cage and thrills is this was rather boring for him. He’d barely done anything but break a speed limit here and there and it was just a pair of wheelies. There were people staring at them on the patio of the coffee shop, and he could hear–without actually hearing–those hushed whispers where in these strangers’ minds, he and Liv were going out and he’d done something to make her angry. And she was angry, it didn’t even take a perceptive person like him to see that. Doesn’t mean he was going to actively apologize for it, though. After all, he’d taken great care to make sure they were safe, safe as someone could be on a motorized vehicle with Xander Cage, at least. And he hadn’t even done any jumps or actually dangerous stunts. 

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There’s a bit more strength in that shove of the helmet than he was expecting, but that doesn’t mean he’s not smirking at her, putting the helmet away. “I did.” He did tell her to hold on tight, that was about as much a warning as he’d ever given anybody. “If I’d told you what I was going to do, you wouldn’t have come with me.” She would have given him some reason not to come, told him some story about how she had to go, and would have retreated back to her safe, boring shut-in of a life, and never felt the wind through her hair or on her face like that, would never have even taken the risk. “You live a life that’s full of some really scary risks, I get it. Wasn’t it nice to take one that didn’t kill you?”