// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
She'd come.
Iskra had been startled by her abrupt entrance, and it had taken a moment for him to register that it was her in his doorway, in need of coats. Because—what was she doing here? It felt like only yesterday that he'd even dared to dream about a moment like this, that she'd reminded him he could dream, instead of fall to the nightmares of his own design. He simply stared at her, frozen in disbelief. It was only when Goose bounded towards her with a welcoming woof, his toy duck squeaking happily between his teeth, that Iskra could believe it was real. Hastily he stashed the wooden carving he'd been working on into a drawer, and rose in greeting, coats offered a plenty.
He followed her in a daze, buoyed by something warmer than the coats. Goose was in tow as usual, though Iskra had made him leave the duck at home. His smile twitched, half-contained, as he watched her maneuvers in the bundle of outerwear she'd swaddled herself in. After she revealed the mischief she'd come here to deliver, he wondered if it was in part for her distaste of the cold, and in part for added padding against the onslaught of snowballs. Goose busied himself with some nearby shrubbery, while Iskra made a point to inspect her snowballs. "Not bad for someone from Torchline," he appraised with lifted eyebrows, setting the snowball back on its place. "I'll be on the blue team," he offered, and silently hoped that's where she'd end up as well. It was selfish, but he didn't want to have to endure the ferocity of her throws, and neither did he want to target her. There was a reason he'd usually been the one walking the plank in their childhood adventures—he was happy when she was happy, and letting her win, or at least not trying very hard to best her? That had proved useful in the past.
He reached for a blue bandanna and tied it around his head, where it'd be more noticeable than tucked under the collar of his jacket. He glanced at the others who had gathered, his features schooled into something inhospitable in an attempt to keep them from joining him.
Iskra picks Blue team.
Iskra had been startled by her abrupt entrance, and it had taken a moment for him to register that it was her in his doorway, in need of coats. Because—what was she doing here? It felt like only yesterday that he'd even dared to dream about a moment like this, that she'd reminded him he could dream, instead of fall to the nightmares of his own design. He simply stared at her, frozen in disbelief. It was only when Goose bounded towards her with a welcoming woof, his toy duck squeaking happily between his teeth, that Iskra could believe it was real. Hastily he stashed the wooden carving he'd been working on into a drawer, and rose in greeting, coats offered a plenty.
He followed her in a daze, buoyed by something warmer than the coats. Goose was in tow as usual, though Iskra had made him leave the duck at home. His smile twitched, half-contained, as he watched her maneuvers in the bundle of outerwear she'd swaddled herself in. After she revealed the mischief she'd come here to deliver, he wondered if it was in part for her distaste of the cold, and in part for added padding against the onslaught of snowballs. Goose busied himself with some nearby shrubbery, while Iskra made a point to inspect her snowballs. "Not bad for someone from Torchline," he appraised with lifted eyebrows, setting the snowball back on its place. "I'll be on the blue team," he offered, and silently hoped that's where she'd end up as well. It was selfish, but he didn't want to have to endure the ferocity of her throws, and neither did he want to target her. There was a reason he'd usually been the one walking the plank in their childhood adventures—he was happy when she was happy, and letting her win, or at least not trying very hard to best her? That had proved useful in the past.
He reached for a blue bandanna and tied it around his head, where it'd be more noticeable than tucked under the collar of his jacket. He glanced at the others who had gathered, his features schooled into something inhospitable in an attempt to keep them from joining him.
Iskra picks Blue team.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
