I will be your lighthouse
It would be the threat of criminal violence that would finally grant them the peace to accept each other fully again. What had once been harmless, childish schemes—hilarious and adorable in their innocence—had now become very real and dangerous threats, especially in her practiced hands. It was more than that though. Underneath the plot of arson and bodily harm, there was a promise of support, a willingness to stand beside each other and endure the world together. There was little that could compare to finally feeling like you had someone who was there for you, property destruction and all.
"Funny," he murmured, "I could say the same about you." After all, it was her voice that guided him back here. She spoke to him and he finally felt alive, an ember glowing beneath her breath.
He could feel the weight of her gaze, the quiet that stretched with contemplation and a honeybee's sigh. He stiffened, waiting for some anticipated refusal, some flaw she finally noticed despite her reassurances thus far. What he did not expect, was that. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Iskra leaned his head against hers, wrapping his arm around her back, pulling her closer than he’d ever dared. "Oh Mel," he rasped, his voice thick with years of unspoken emotion. "The worst thing I ever did was leave your side."
From the shrubbery Goose crawled free, the whites of his eyes visible as he slunk past Fangorn and crawled towards where Mel and Iskra sat. There, he flopped against their legs and the log, the long exhale of a duck regaining its breath cutting through the woods.
"Funny," he murmured, "I could say the same about you." After all, it was her voice that guided him back here. She spoke to him and he finally felt alive, an ember glowing beneath her breath.
He could feel the weight of her gaze, the quiet that stretched with contemplation and a honeybee's sigh. He stiffened, waiting for some anticipated refusal, some flaw she finally noticed despite her reassurances thus far. What he did not expect, was that. Tears sprang to his eyes, and he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Iskra leaned his head against hers, wrapping his arm around her back, pulling her closer than he’d ever dared. "Oh Mel," he rasped, his voice thick with years of unspoken emotion. "The worst thing I ever did was leave your side."
From the shrubbery Goose crawled free, the whites of his eyes visible as he slunk past Fangorn and crawled towards where Mel and Iskra sat. There, he flopped against their legs and the log, the long exhale of a duck regaining its breath cutting through the woods.
Iskra
