// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
They had wandered through all variety of shop stalls to gather the supplies, sneaking in cups of cocoa and warm, baked treats to stave off the chill. Only with their arms laden and bellies content, did they finally retreat back to his home, laying down the spoils of their efforts across his living room floor. Goose happily bounded into the home, running off to grab his favorite toy, a limp bit of braided rope, that he offered to Mel. Only to show though, any attempts to grab it and he'd turn his head away with a grumble, trotting off to display it to Silas and Fangorn.
"So, does Ludo always throw a masquerade party?" he asks skeptically as the bags begin to spill their contents, dark fabric cascading onto the floor. He reaches down to pick up some of the wooly darkness, stretching it out to arm's length with one 'brow raised in consideration. "Seems like fun," he admits with a bit of a grin, bunching up the fabric and stuffing it back in the bag. "You want anything?" he asks as he ducks into the kitchen, reaching for some apple cider to warm up on the stove.
She's been to his home before, and it's much the same as always. Small, just enough for him and Goose really, and minimal on its decorations and homey feel. It's more like a hut you might find out on the ice, stocked for survivial part of the year and little else. His wood carvings take up on corner of a work desk, and he does have an end table and a couch in the living room, but the amount of dog hair suggests who it's for.
"So, does Ludo always throw a masquerade party?" he asks skeptically as the bags begin to spill their contents, dark fabric cascading onto the floor. He reaches down to pick up some of the wooly darkness, stretching it out to arm's length with one 'brow raised in consideration. "Seems like fun," he admits with a bit of a grin, bunching up the fabric and stuffing it back in the bag. "You want anything?" he asks as he ducks into the kitchen, reaching for some apple cider to warm up on the stove.
She's been to his home before, and it's much the same as always. Small, just enough for him and Goose really, and minimal on its decorations and homey feel. It's more like a hut you might find out on the ice, stocked for survivial part of the year and little else. His wood carvings take up on corner of a work desk, and he does have an end table and a couch in the living room, but the amount of dog hair suggests who it's for.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
