[ day 4 of @remisaweek: break all the rules | (very belatedly) also on ao3! ]
Misa, Rem is learning at extremely rapid velocities, cares not for the concept of speed limits.
"Aw, don't look so worried," she tosses over her shoulder, voice raised to conquer the wind rushing through the sunroof: "you can fly, you know, it's basically the same!"
"We could crash," Rem stresses for the fourth time, claws digging into the open sunroof's edge; and oh, it's terrifying, how Misa's careless laughter soars along the membrane of Rem's wings into the sky like a page torn from a spine — "Well you wouldn't!" — like that's supposed to make Rem feel better; like Misa doesn't already know it makes everything worse.














