// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
Wild magic he says under his breath, but her nonchalance about it suggests it's just as erratic as it sounds, so he shrugs it away with only partial understanding. He'll figure it out more with time, he imagines. His focus is called elsewhere as a voice, too hauntingly similar to his mother's to be real, cries out from the din of the woods with a frantic urgency. From a brush nearby, Goose whines in tempo with the other companions, and Iskra's gaze narrows.
Melita's voice brings him back from the wavering edge of temptation, that despite knowing better some part of him wants to ensure it's not a ghost of his past needing help, offering him a chance to change the course of fate. "Y-yeah," he stammers, sighing as he squares his shoulders and fully puts the will-o-wisps to his back. "Onward," he says with a smile.
[FIN]
Melita's voice brings him back from the wavering edge of temptation, that despite knowing better some part of him wants to ensure it's not a ghost of his past needing help, offering him a chance to change the course of fate. "Y-yeah," he stammers, sighing as he squares his shoulders and fully puts the will-o-wisps to his back. "Onward," he says with a smile.
[FIN]
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
