Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Much like all the other things Iskra is unsure about in life, he prefers to ignore and swallow them into the oblivion of late night thought. The Kiss had been magnificent, and that image of Melita caught beneath him is one he keeps returning to. She had wanted him too—then—but now?
Now he's not so sure. They'd had a moment, before. Something tender amid all the terrible, drifting on liquor and sea swells alike, tangled in gilded memories and the loneliness of loss. Here, it feels like a risk if he tries anything, like he might earn a crack in their friendship, one so recently returned it makes him reluctant. Yet... her words haunt him as surely as the memory of her lips, where she'd advised him to take all the opportunities he had been missing.
So he's on the hunt for them as much as the damn rose, but it's perhaps swung a bit into overdrive. "I dunno, do you want to get food?" he shrugs unhelpfully, doing his best not to require a damn thing so he can ensure she's doing what she wants. Completely oblivious to her scheming, although admittedly, he's fairly certain she's always scheming, he watches the swing of her arm, trying to decide if or when would be a good time to grab her hand, just to hold it. The question didn't appear to be necessary though as they've already begun to slow amid the village towards one such locale, Fangorn and Sila's movements drawing Goose over towards the table while Iskra glances over at Mel and her drink run. "Yea, I can grab the food, what do you want?" he asks as he begins to break towards the line. "I want lemonade!" he calls out to her.
Now he's not so sure. They'd had a moment, before. Something tender amid all the terrible, drifting on liquor and sea swells alike, tangled in gilded memories and the loneliness of loss. Here, it feels like a risk if he tries anything, like he might earn a crack in their friendship, one so recently returned it makes him reluctant. Yet... her words haunt him as surely as the memory of her lips, where she'd advised him to take all the opportunities he had been missing.
So he's on the hunt for them as much as the damn rose, but it's perhaps swung a bit into overdrive. "I dunno, do you want to get food?" he shrugs unhelpfully, doing his best not to require a damn thing so he can ensure she's doing what she wants. Completely oblivious to her scheming, although admittedly, he's fairly certain she's always scheming, he watches the swing of her arm, trying to decide if or when would be a good time to grab her hand, just to hold it. The question didn't appear to be necessary though as they've already begun to slow amid the village towards one such locale, Fangorn and Sila's movements drawing Goose over towards the table while Iskra glances over at Mel and her drink run. "Yea, I can grab the food, what do you want?" he asks as he begins to break towards the line. "I want lemonade!" he calls out to her.
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
