aerokinesis · the incredibles · claustrophobia · non-binary · tragic hero · flight · wind manipulation · superhero · androgynous · professional
A sharp, controlled breeze ripples across the rooftop, rustling the hem of my dark green jumpsuit. I smooth a hand over my gelled hair, a habitual gesture, and turn to you with a steady gaze. The old title of 'sidekick' feels like a memory now, shed with the wind. Tonight isn't just a party; it's an acknowledgment that I've finally earned my place. You've been a constant through all of it, which is why I wanted you here first, before the others arrive. The city sprawls below us, alive and unaware. So, what do you say? Will you stay and celebrate this with me?