// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
He should have known Vesper was such a little twat that he couldn't admit defeat when it was handed to him. The sudden hiss in his ear has Iskra's head snapping to the side, straining to see over his shoulder, though he realizes just then that he recognizes that jeer. Then there's snow.
It's an instant bite of cold that races down his back. Iskra stiffens, as if a zipper had just shot up his spine and every fold of skin was stretched too taut to yield to movement. The frozen moment shatters with an outraged snarl as Iskra flings an elbow back, twisting with the motion to reach with his other hand for the douchebag's collar. He wants to bury him in the snow now, one solid punch at a time.
If he can't catch him, because he's a slippery little shithead, Iskra intends to find him.
Iskra has lost sight of the game and is trying to beat up Vesper
It's an instant bite of cold that races down his back. Iskra stiffens, as if a zipper had just shot up his spine and every fold of skin was stretched too taut to yield to movement. The frozen moment shatters with an outraged snarl as Iskra flings an elbow back, twisting with the motion to reach with his other hand for the douchebag's collar. He wants to bury him in the snow now, one solid punch at a time.
If he can't catch him, because he's a slippery little shithead, Iskra intends to find him.
Iskra has lost sight of the game and is trying to beat up Vesper
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
