I will be your lighthouse
Goose, at heart, was a chicken. The dog gave an overly dramatic yelp as one of Fangorn's vines twisted too close to him, expected pain hurting far more than actual pain could. The toy was abandoned in surrender as the husky shot away from the gourd in a flurry of dust and debris, tail tucked as he scurried under a nearby bush. Iskra paused in his rearranging to look over at them, 'brows pinched as he tried to discern the truth, accustomed to the fake wounds Goose pleaded about.
Melita's voice coaxed his attention back. He risked a glance back towards her, simpering at this newfound knowledge of her. Each word she murmured here had ghosted past his defenses and pressed against his core, warming the frost bit by bit that he'd let Halo layer on for years. No, not Halo, not really. He'd gone to the cold to make it easier, but he'd jumped in a lake of despair first too. The snow and the ice was something to stay buried under, a pretense of comfort when he'd had nothing else, given himself nothing else. Now, Melita was giving him small fragments of herself, each moment a chance to know her again, like he'd wanted. He couldn't afford to lose her again due to foolish notions that he could have more of her than that. It was enough, to have this. More than enough, to be able to smile at her.
"That sounds worse than riding a unicorn. What if a sea beast, or a lake monster, snatches you up from below?
Melita's voice coaxed his attention back. He risked a glance back towards her, simpering at this newfound knowledge of her. Each word she murmured here had ghosted past his defenses and pressed against his core, warming the frost bit by bit that he'd let Halo layer on for years. No, not Halo, not really. He'd gone to the cold to make it easier, but he'd jumped in a lake of despair first too. The snow and the ice was something to stay buried under, a pretense of comfort when he'd had nothing else, given himself nothing else. Now, Melita was giving him small fragments of herself, each moment a chance to know her again, like he'd wanted. He couldn't afford to lose her again due to foolish notions that he could have more of her than that. It was enough, to have this. More than enough, to be able to smile at her.
"That sounds worse than riding a unicorn. What if a sea beast, or a lake monster, snatches you up from below?
Iskra
