Iskra
There's a nervous laugh in response to Ludo having good and bad stories. "Yeah, same. Although I guess, who doesn't? All depends who you're talking to I suppose. I don't think it's possible for everyone to like someone." Elizabeth could probably break down the whys of that much more meaningfully than he. "As far as gods go though, seems like Ludo's the most interesting one," Iskra admits, though he absently kneads a thumb into the wrist where Sah had jolted him with lightning, a Ludo request as much as his own.
"It aligns with what I want for the world—more of those lighter moments that make us laugh, even if it's a little bit at ourselves too. So it likes toys, treats, general mischief and mayhem." There's a fondness that enters his voice, though it has less to do with the god than it's demi-god. Mel's frequent schemes to inspire chaos in the world will never cease to make him laugh.
"It doesn't like the cold though," Iskra warns, gospel he's spread to any who will listen so they don't blunder like he had. He brightens though, "but yeah, Ludo helped me find some peace with some past issues. Is making me a nice greataxe too." He should probably tell Ludo he's done and get his hands on it, especially while he's away from the cold.
"Yeah, I guess it is," Iskra admits when he stops to consider Liam's remark on Torchline, images of the raggedy bundle of cloth drifting away. "I think every place has a little bit of that... have you tried the fish tacos yet? I'd kill for 'em." He grins, because not really, Iskra hasn't killed anything but some liquor bottles, though that truth may not remain so for much longer, not with a greataxe in hand and a focus on stepping into the role of his lineage.
"It aligns with what I want for the world—more of those lighter moments that make us laugh, even if it's a little bit at ourselves too. So it likes toys, treats, general mischief and mayhem." There's a fondness that enters his voice, though it has less to do with the god than it's demi-god. Mel's frequent schemes to inspire chaos in the world will never cease to make him laugh.
"It doesn't like the cold though," Iskra warns, gospel he's spread to any who will listen so they don't blunder like he had. He brightens though, "but yeah, Ludo helped me find some peace with some past issues. Is making me a nice greataxe too." He should probably tell Ludo he's done and get his hands on it, especially while he's away from the cold.
"Yeah, I guess it is," Iskra admits when he stops to consider Liam's remark on Torchline, images of the raggedy bundle of cloth drifting away. "I think every place has a little bit of that... have you tried the fish tacos yet? I'd kill for 'em." He grins, because not really, Iskra hasn't killed anything but some liquor bottles, though that truth may not remain so for much longer, not with a greataxe in hand and a focus on stepping into the role of his lineage.
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
