// If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you //
"About as poorly as this," he laughs with a mild shrug, the motion a faint lift of his shoulders above the chain of fabric still loosely wrapped around them. "Just...worse." As the fabric cuts free of its roll he works to shimmy out of it, careful not to flounder too heavily and stretch or snag any of it, until he's free once more. "Ah, thanks." Flopping the mess of it onto his lap, Iskra leans over for a sip of the cider, blowing on it before taking a small, careful drink, all the while watching her work over the rim of his mug.
He picks up his own needle and thread, doing his best to mirror her motions. Though she doesn't move with any seamstress' grace, she fares better than he, who tends to buy new clothes rather than patch them up, or wear them until the hole is the most that remains. "If it's not good enough, will we end up cursed?" he laughs a bit at the idea, but he's half serious about it, and looks over at her surreptitiously for the response. He attempts to feign indifference, as if shouting for days on end had not been awful. All his drifting attention results in the prick of the needle into his fingers, a startled yelp slipping free. "I think I preferred the ursurs," he complains, pulling a face as he shakes his hand at the pain.
He picks up his own needle and thread, doing his best to mirror her motions. Though she doesn't move with any seamstress' grace, she fares better than he, who tends to buy new clothes rather than patch them up, or wear them until the hole is the most that remains. "If it's not good enough, will we end up cursed?" he laughs a bit at the idea, but he's half serious about it, and looks over at her surreptitiously for the response. He attempts to feign indifference, as if shouting for days on end had not been awful. All his drifting attention results in the prick of the needle into his fingers, a startled yelp slipping free. "I think I preferred the ursurs," he complains, pulling a face as he shakes his hand at the pain.
ISKRA
// I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile //
