ISKRA
Laughter cleaves any lingering tension and ire, rising in response to her antics that bring him swiftly back to boyhood. Days spent doing nothing other than playing pretend and mimicking the world in the most dramatic fashion, when they were so light it's a wonder the breeze didn't carry them away into the horizon like a kite. "Oh, I'm definitely getting a way to see invisibility after the shit you pulled during the snowball fight," he fires back with a faint narrowing of his eyes, all mock vengeance. Although, having an excuse to tackle her had certainly been worth it, even if all he got was a foot.
That line of thought is interrupted before it drifts into dangerous water though, as she quickly sobers him with the reminder of this outing. Not for trading rivalries and plans for assured destruction, but for honoring a woman that deserves to have the warm kind of memories, not the ones that have grown cold and dark around her loss. So he just nods, meandering back to the sails to close them, setting up anchor now that they're far enough from the coast and the quiet of the sea has crept in with low laps against the hull. Night has fully settled now, all the haze of dusk scoured away into nothing but ink and diamonds, almost hard to separate from the depthless ocean that cradles them with it's own mysterious void below.
"I thought," he starts softly, pulling forth a little wooden bird from his pack and setting it on the lip of the boat's side. It's a blue jay, her favorite colors, and just as wild and beautiful as her. Unmistakable, in the way she'd always managed to be. "I thought maybe it'd be worth remembering a few of the best times with her." He slumps slowly down to the ground, back pressing against the boat side as his head tilts up at the stars, like maybe he'll be able to find her smiling down from there. "Like... do you remember that time I wanted to see if we could fly on that shitty little plane contraption I built? So we went up to this tall cliff, and we were ready to roll right off it—I think maybe we tested it once on something way smaller and it went well, so we figured what could go wrong?" He shakes his head and chuckles at their stupidity, face crinkling around it with something heavier than humor. "She caught us just before we plummeted to our deaths. She gave us both a good scolding, I think I might have permanently lost some hearing that day. A few days later though she took us on that really fast sky ship across the desert, where they did some racing. She never said it, but I know that was her trying to let us fly."
That line of thought is interrupted before it drifts into dangerous water though, as she quickly sobers him with the reminder of this outing. Not for trading rivalries and plans for assured destruction, but for honoring a woman that deserves to have the warm kind of memories, not the ones that have grown cold and dark around her loss. So he just nods, meandering back to the sails to close them, setting up anchor now that they're far enough from the coast and the quiet of the sea has crept in with low laps against the hull. Night has fully settled now, all the haze of dusk scoured away into nothing but ink and diamonds, almost hard to separate from the depthless ocean that cradles them with it's own mysterious void below.
"I thought," he starts softly, pulling forth a little wooden bird from his pack and setting it on the lip of the boat's side. It's a blue jay, her favorite colors, and just as wild and beautiful as her. Unmistakable, in the way she'd always managed to be. "I thought maybe it'd be worth remembering a few of the best times with her." He slumps slowly down to the ground, back pressing against the boat side as his head tilts up at the stars, like maybe he'll be able to find her smiling down from there. "Like... do you remember that time I wanted to see if we could fly on that shitty little plane contraption I built? So we went up to this tall cliff, and we were ready to roll right off it—I think maybe we tested it once on something way smaller and it went well, so we figured what could go wrong?" He shakes his head and chuckles at their stupidity, face crinkling around it with something heavier than humor. "She caught us just before we plummeted to our deaths. She gave us both a good scolding, I think I might have permanently lost some hearing that day. A few days later though she took us on that really fast sky ship across the desert, where they did some racing. She never said it, but I know that was her trying to let us fly."
I'm losin' my grip, caught up in the current
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
I can't swim, I'm startin' to slip
I'm runnin' out of breath, I'm scared to death
I gotta keep my head up, Up above the water
