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Parker
"No."
The wind whips through Lindsey's hair as he adamantly refuses to put the harness on.
Eliot smirks. "Are ya scared?"
Lindsey snorts. "Nice try. No."
"Just put it on, Linny!" Eliot growls, tugging at Lindsey's crossed arms.
"No. I don't need it," Lindsey says, and pulls his arms out of his brother's grip.
"What if you're cornered at the top of a really tall building by a security team with guns, and the only way down is off the side?" Parker asks, "What are you gonna do then?"
"Jump," Lindsey replies with a slightly vague smile.
"Without a harness? You're crazy," Parker huffs, scowling. "You'll splat."
Lindsey purses his lips and nods. "Wanna test that theory?" he asks and runs to the edge of the building before she can reply.
Eliot and Parker rush after him, but skid to a stop in shock when he dives right over the side. "Wahoooo!"
"He's crazy. Was crazy," Parker says and pats Eliot's head in a Parkerish, somewhat consolatory manner. "Sorry he's dead, Eliot."
"I'm not dead, and I'm not crazy," Lindsey says, lightly hoisting himself back up over from the other side of the ledge.
Parker tilts her head at him. "Oh. Magic," she says, comprehending. "You can fly."
Lindsey smiles.
Eliot rolls his eyes (and contemplates punching his brother in both kidneys really hard for scaring him like that, suicidal idiot).
Lindsey catches the suddenly lunging boy and digs his fingers into Eliot's ticklish spots to make him stop trying to hit his lower back.
Jumping off of buildings with Parker? Check.
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AN: Notice how I reuse some of the dialogue from previous stories, like having Lindsey say, "You scared?" in the Caritas fic in order to get Eliot to sing, and then having Eliot say it to Lindsey here? That's on purpose, and is definitely not me running out of ideas. *shifty eyes*