Iskra
WHEN THERE'S MADNESS, WHEN THERE'S POISON IN YOUR HEAD
WHEN THE SADNESS LEAVES YOU BROKEN IN YOUR BED
"Stay," Iskra murmured to Goose, ruffling the mutt's scruff affectionately as he left him outside. He had never attempted to bring the dog inside the actual meeting hall of the citadel, and something cautioned his carefree heart against trying. The Wardens of Halo were both formidable and harmless jokes or not, dogs or not, Iskra preferred to skirt their attention entirely. Plus, he was almost certain Goose would table surf the snacks Deimos had so carefully laid out for them.WHEN THE SADNESS LEAVES YOU BROKEN IN YOUR BED
Shuffling inside among the crowd, Iskra pulled down his cap, dusting off flecks of snow. The shreds of wood, evidence of his post, merrily remained, too twisted into the threads at this point to even be considered a separate entity. The cap curled in Iskra's hands, his thumb tracing over the fabric absently as he leaned into a chair in the back corner. As much as he'd like to run off to play hermit in the woods, as usual, he'd been caught with his pants down too often whenever he skipped these meetings, so he figured perhaps he ought to actually start to show up. So he came, and he listened, and his eyes bore holes into the floor as the leadership spread their knowledge. Not for the first time, likely not for the last, this man who was both sitting in a chair and yet helplessly adrift in a void not unlike the ocean, wondered what the greater machinations of Caido had to do with him and cutting down trees.
He envied Goose right now.
I WILL HOLD YOU IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR DESPAIR
AND IT'S ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
AND IT'S ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE
