Re: Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
The bite of the winter air didn't even register. There was no cold. There was no chill. There was only the pulse of adrenaline which coursed through every vein, warming from capillary to heart, as it urged Sasha forward with reckless abandon.
Sasha never thought Cat hadn't been a good sister. Considering where they came from, and the age gap, she still had cherished those moments they had spent together which blinded her to any flaws that there may have been. She had done her best to be strong and independent, to prove she was better, to make Cat proud of her. But mostly she tried to not need anyone. But she did. She always did, it was just so hard to learn how to let people in. Cat and Eddie. They were enough. And Steph, but even Steph required Sasha to keep her guard up. She couldn't tell the law just anything, you know?
The people that wandered the streets like ants below were insignificant. Maybe they were bankers, or students, or cops, or old married couples. It didn't matter. They couldn't do this. They didn't know the joy of soaring over urban ravines. They also didn't know the way Sasha did how the boyfriend con thing always turned out. Never good. Feelings are caught. It happens. She really wouldn't blame Cat. After all, Reece was kind of okay, she supposed. Cat could do a whole lot worse in Repose.
The fire escape fiasco put Sasha behind Cat, but not by much. Enough that she had to push herself hard to catch up to her sister, sprinting fast enough to outrun her own self-doubts. "I think they also make the gloves in pink," she teased between breaths, "Real Suzie Homemaker." The ledge was fast approaching and Sasha's boots hit rooftop with urgency, just barely pulling ahead to take the leap.
This time? Oh, this time it was perfect; the swan dive, the last minute flip, the tuck and roll, right up into a runner's crouch to take off once more. Why wasn't that on camera somewhere? Why was she too short to be a stuntwoman? Damn, she'd be a great stuntwoman. Hollywood, call her.
The bright skyscraper grew closer, and while the race was the most important thing in the world right now, Sasha let her body move on instinct as her mind wandered. A brief thought, idle, side-effect of her cabin fever more than likely. They could take this city for every dollar it had. Yes, Sasha was arrogant at times, but this was on a different level. She smirked in the knowledge that the Capital wouldn't even know what hit it if they did go full force, and just as quickly pushed that thought away. There was one (only one) thing Sasha liked more than money. Freedom.
Right now? Right here? This race along the rooftops? This was all the freedom she needed.