Days feel longer without you

Iskra

Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end

Different is not bad, but as a creature of habit for so long, and predictable ones made by his hands and his choices, learning to adjust to the unexpected is a skill he's still brushing up on. Though he welcomes the differences she brings, and wants to explore the unknown with her, it's also a terrifying notion that a misstep could ruin this. Half a mind to emulate Lenny, he's tempted to clutch tight what he does know, trying to keep it solidly in place, the one bit of loving her he does understand.

So there's almost some relief in the return to banter, the flick of her tongue, the rolling of eyes and the chaotic spill of an adventure's parts being gathered up (the clothing and food containers). "I'll keep it in mind for next time," he grins back, knowing full well that this would not be their first and only date, but certainly glowing a bit at saying so outloud, to her. Glancing down at himself for a second as she shields herself behind the picnic blanket, he's now suddenly aware of how naked he is, and solo. Having used his pants like a bag to stuff his other clothing into, he positions it purposefully hover his groin. The tower something he'd mentioned to her before after working out supplies with Zavien. "Hasn't happened yet," he says with a roll of his shoulders and a squint up at the canopy, thinking of his schedule and when he expects Zavien will reach out. "I've sent him most of the wood shipment he needs though, so probably any day now. Probably going to be gone a while up there, once it starts. I'm not sure how many laborers he has lined up, but...it's a big project." Certainly bigger than he'd realized when he first agreed to it, but once he got all the lumber needs in he'd been shocked.

Nodding with a quiet smile that does its best to keep his energy grounded instead of erratic over the idea of dinner, he ruffles his hair absently. "Let me know what to bring when you do. Like what do people normally do...wine? Bread?" He has not been invited to many dinners. His attention flicks up at Sila's sounds, but darts back to her with a playful slant to his expression, as if of the same mind. He dashes forward, shoving mildly at her arm to fight for the headstart. "Hope you like cleaning your majesty!"

Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end

melita

Melita was well versed in ruining things; and to have something she wanted to save rather than obliterate made her gnaw inwardly – mostly irritated with herself. She’d done more self-reflection in the past few months than the entirety of her life, and even that annoyed her. Compounding vexation and indignation on her own mannerisms was quite a skill, and she knew she’d have to work it out on her own; just in a mulish sort of temper. Maybe she’d set something on fire and make herself feel better.

Next times meant both of them hadn’t fucked up too badly though – and perhaps the wound was really starker in her own mind – furthering her defiant little grin and edging her jawline closer to the sky, emulating some royalty with her quiet miff. Juggling the containers and her robe, she pretended not to be affected by the notion of him being gone for a while – hesitating to make a wood joke to waylay other fractious feelings. “Um, that sounds awful,” she went for instead, wrinkling her nose; not one to avoid hard labor but mostly because it echoed on the tedious and boring side of things. She’d be much more tempted to up-end scaffolding or something just to look for a distraction.

Partially inclined to start running while he mulled things over, she nodded her head instead, then tilted it, pondering over what would be best to accompany a Sunjata visit. “Bread and wine’s probably good, but I’ll ask him.” Then the chase was on anyway, and after being shoved to the side, she let out a great gasp, pretending to be appalled by his behavior, but rampaging and stomping thereafter, fully intending to beat him out towards the water.

[FIN]

salvation doesn't look like light