Seb parted off to the side, and while knowing it wasn't the longest flight that he'd done- that being reserved for the Eiger, this was something special, unique. It was one of a kind, and the cold wind and total trust in his abillity reminded him, that there was no place he would rather be. The blue and black was a smidge of a color as it blasted past a set of rocks, Seb now going to the left, away from her. He saw Ellie get her canopy open, and followed with his own, throwing the pilot chute out as he brought his arms in, legs still open as he brought his arms out, the pilot chute flying out of the burble. The rest of the canopy rushed out, and Seb felt it slow him down from 160mph to 30, the force hard but something he was used to with a high performance wingsuit like this. Looking down, he yelled with joy, looking over at Ellie's golden parachute, contrasting to his own black-topped, blue underneath colored canopy. It was fairly docile, but for something like this, it had to be- the last thing that Seb wanted was a kite to stop him when the rush ended. Turning the toggles, he dived a little, seeing Ellie come down as he whooped again, flaring as he felt his feet almost touch the ground. It was the last moment, the moment when your feet and your body no longer felt in the sky, like you were still in the void. And as his feet touched the rock, he made a running landing, as the canopy collapsed.

Seb was landing on the rocky beach by her side, high fiving her and screaming with joy. This was perfection, as he looked over to her, helmet still on and canopy behind him. He smirked as she looked over, the rocky beach along the fjord's coastline just a little desolate, but a wonderful place to be. And after that, it felt like he was most alive. Like he was truly living a life. He turned off his GoPros on his chest and leg, looking at Ellie, as she took her clothes off, and in her thermal garnments, was running to the sea. He filmed it through his helmet cam, as he saw her splash in, and warm on adrenaline, begin swimming. Turning the camera off, and unzipping his wingsuit, he threw down his kit, anchoring his canopy on the stones as he took off his down jacket and helmet. Dropping his rig down, he then put down his Oakleys, the dawn and difference in temperature at sea level completely different. He wore a simple thermal longsleeve top, and thermal leggings, perhaps a little strange but tight fitting and good at keeping the cold in. He felt warm, alive, truly like he was in a second heaven. He saw Ellie yell at him, and chuckled, looking over.
"You're such a tease! Come here darling!" He said, running to the water, as he dived in, feeling the cold kick hard, as he ran out to embrace her, in the cold, cold water, kissing her and knowing she was soaking wet. Embracing her, he felt her soaked thermals, and the nipples on her breasts inside her thermals poke against his thermals, feeling the wet feel of his girlfriend. He kissed her, tongue in, barely feeling the cold, but her warm feel.
"God, there's nowhere I would rather be..." He said, clutching her tight, as he felt like this moment was going on forever.