[o] [SE] longneck, ice cold beer never broke my heart
Iskra Firestorm
 
Woodcutter
Age: 29 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Abandoned | Citizenship: Halo | Level: 4
STR: 20 - DEX: 18 - END: 15 - LUCK: 12 - ARC: 56 - INT: - HP: 60 - BASE ROLL: 30
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Iskra
BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
A low groan escaped Goose and he leaned into her hand as she hit the spot behind his ears that he could never quite reach. Iskra smiled over his glass at them. "Indeed," Iskra murmured, unable to keep his fondness from saturating each letter. What she says next to the dog, surprises him though, and he leans back in his seat for a moment, as if struck. His hands had flattened onto the table as he did so, abandoning their wreathing of his drink. He took one and rubbed his face, a stark laugh escaping him.

"Gods above" he swore, incredulous at the continued irony shoved in front of him. "A therapist?" he repeated, still trying to choke out the giggle that threatened to escape, and settled on a world-eating smile as he dropped his hand back to the table, nearly boneless. "Oh—I'm sorry, I just can't believe fate would send me you of all people tonight." He was being absurd, he knew, and yet he could not control it, his emotions like an untamed beast and he was doing his best to ride through the bronc. He held up a hand apologetically and took another deep series of drinks before he could offer her a better explanation. "I've uh—" he didn't really know what to say. Didn't really want to lay anything out for her, but wasn't sure how else to explain himself. "Well, I'd be your star client I imagine." He settled on being vague, not really desiring to have her clock in tonight, not when it had been so easy just before to just be with her.

So, as Melita so loved his mastery of, Iskra avoided and diverted, latching onto her question instead. He responded completely normal, pretending as if everything he'd just done hadn't happened. "I'm a woodcutter. Someone has to keep all those Halo fires lit, and help supply the other kingdoms too. Well, he was not so herculean as to be able to provide wood for all of Caido to burn, there were others, but that should go without saying.
I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS

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RE: longneck, ice cold beer never broke my heart - by Iskra - 04-10-2025, 09:56 AM



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