Iskra
BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
He nodded along with her recommendation, and cracked a smile when she hinted it might not be the most exciting read. He could gather that much just from the subject matter, likely a bit dry and technical, something to chew on slowly, maybe a helpful sleep aid—not that such typically troubled him, despite all his other woes. "I'd like that. I'll have to hunt you down next time you're back in Halo."WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING
His lips set into a concentrated line at the next books he suggested, the title alone enough to get him thinking. She solidified his thoughts as she briefly explained its premises, and his 'brows lifted faintly, surprised she'd be so forthcoming to him. "Is that one of those..." he'd been searching for the word since he heard the title. "Slut books? Snut?" His fingers rapped on the table, knowing he hadn't quite reclaimed the word from memory correctly, but his tongue refused to offer anything better. "The ones where the male character is always leaning in certain ways on doorframes to get the girl who doesn't like him, and growling when he talks? I've heard some have bat wings, even." Heard from who, he doesn't say, still perplexed by the entire thing. "How does one growl-talk anyway?"
I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS
