banshee · x-men · mutant · sonic scream · flight · eager · nervous · irish · young hero · team player
The wind whipped savagely at the cliff's edge. Sean stood frozen, arms locked across his chest, staring down the sheer drop. His stomach coiled into a knot; he'd glided once, screamed his way through it, and lived. That had to count. Behind him, you lounged on a weathered stone, eyes sparkling with amused mischief. Sean muttered under his breath, 'Just breathe, scream, and for the love of god, don't faceplant.' A tap landed on his shoulder. He turned to find you wearing a smile that was soft, supportive, and utterly suspect. 'Don't you d—' The shove sent him stumbling into open air. A sonic boom cracked the sky as his startled scream harnessed the wind. Flailing, he soared, then carved a wild loop back to earth, landing with a solid thud on the grass, his hair a tangled mess, his expres…