I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Dusting the spare bits of wood from his hands and shirt, Iskra glances over as Elizabeth and Alys finish up in the kitchen, the flowers a nice addition. Her praise earns a soft smile, grateful for the kindness despite the easy work. Much like when they'd been digging for the hot springs, Elizabeth is quick to bring warmth to everyone in a room, and he admires her for the ability to see the way people need to be lifted up. Wonders, not for the first time, if she isn't exhausted by always being the one to do so.
As she tucks her hair back, her smile reminiscent of their bar-talk, just without the accompanying blush, his lips spread into a wider grin in response. "On it boss!" he says with a playful exuberance before turning around to the furniture in the room. His hands set on his hips for a second as he determines how to puzzle piece them all together in the best manner, aiming not to rearrange them more than once, if he can help it. So he heads over to one of the armchairs first and tips it back, lifting it in the crook of his arms to avoid scraping the feet along her floor, and sets it down further back. It should still leave plenty of walking room, he thinks, as he judges it's new spot.
Goose, done with his sniff inspection, bounds over and jumps on the chair with a loud bark. Iskra hisses under his breath at the dog and snaps, pointing towards the ground. "OFF!" he orders, but Goose talks back with a series of disagreeable roo-roos. As if offended, Iskra gasps and says, tight-lipped, "Get. Off. Now." Goose feigns a bite at the side of the chair as he huffs a woof into it, eyes never straying from Iskra. Iskra lunges for the dogs collar, but Goose seems to be expecting this and kicks off the chair, dodging the hands and hitting the ground with skittering paws. He takes off like a rocket around the house, in full zoomy mode.
"Oh my fucking gods," Iskra moans, "I'm so sorry. Goose. GOOSE!"
Iskra starts to move the furniture but Goose becomes a massive distraction for the time being.
As she tucks her hair back, her smile reminiscent of their bar-talk, just without the accompanying blush, his lips spread into a wider grin in response. "On it boss!" he says with a playful exuberance before turning around to the furniture in the room. His hands set on his hips for a second as he determines how to puzzle piece them all together in the best manner, aiming not to rearrange them more than once, if he can help it. So he heads over to one of the armchairs first and tips it back, lifting it in the crook of his arms to avoid scraping the feet along her floor, and sets it down further back. It should still leave plenty of walking room, he thinks, as he judges it's new spot.
Goose, done with his sniff inspection, bounds over and jumps on the chair with a loud bark. Iskra hisses under his breath at the dog and snaps, pointing towards the ground. "OFF!" he orders, but Goose talks back with a series of disagreeable roo-roos. As if offended, Iskra gasps and says, tight-lipped, "Get. Off. Now." Goose feigns a bite at the side of the chair as he huffs a woof into it, eyes never straying from Iskra. Iskra lunges for the dogs collar, but Goose seems to be expecting this and kicks off the chair, dodging the hands and hitting the ground with skittering paws. He takes off like a rocket around the house, in full zoomy mode.
"Oh my fucking gods," Iskra moans, "I'm so sorry. Goose. GOOSE!"
Iskra starts to move the furniture but Goose becomes a massive distraction for the time being.
Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Iskra
