[o] [SE] longneck, ice cold beer never broke my heart

Iskra

BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING

Iskra stared into the din of the bar, but he did not see much of it. He was somewhere else, his eyes glazed over with the distant travel as he maneuvered past thoughts and memories. It was only when there was nearby motion in his peripheral that Iskra snapped back to his seat at the bar. He blinked rapidly, as if remembering himself, and turned his head to watch as Elizabeth sat near him, also claiming the more secluded corner. She was equally alone as he, and he wondered if she'd also come here to get lost in the spaces that existed between spaces, to tumble in the folds of her own heart and the dark depths of her own thoughts. A dangerous place to wander, Iskra knew.

Mindful not to scooch his chair into his dog, Iskra carefully rose from his seat, drink in hand. "Hey," he greeted her warmly, a soft smile falling into place with practiced ease. "Sorry to intrude, I can definitely go back to brooding alone and leave you to do the same, but we could also maybe brood together?" His eyebrows lifted with the question, another unspoken part saying, I can also fuck right off. While never one shy about speaking to strangers, Iskra was also content to nurse his brokenness with his dog and his alcohol, as he spent most nights doing.

I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS