If you feel like night is falling
"How do you never run out of these?" he asks fondly as he settles in beside Melita, a duck fashioned like Ludo drinking chocolate milk in his hand, held aloft in the space between them as he glances at each little detail marked into the rubber. Goose is at his side, leashed with a stern word and a full belly given before coming to this gathering. It's not one he needs the ruckus of his hound in, but it is one he wanted to see.
He'd already delivered his lanterns for his his parents, Ampere and Gaucho, their memories burning bright as the flame within the container. Where he's normally weighed down with grief for them, this time it feels light enough to wade through, a river instead of something frozen. There's no smile reaching his eyes, just the reflection of lanterns lit all around them, but he's here, standing and feeling it all instead of digging for something to numb him in a bottle. In no small thanks to her, who's hand he silently claims at his side with the one her duck hasn't already taken, seeking the steady support of her warmth and presence.
Iskra doesn't bring a viable lantern
He'd already delivered his lanterns for his his parents, Ampere and Gaucho, their memories burning bright as the flame within the container. Where he's normally weighed down with grief for them, this time it feels light enough to wade through, a river instead of something frozen. There's no smile reaching his eyes, just the reflection of lanterns lit all around them, but he's here, standing and feeling it all instead of digging for something to numb him in a bottle. In no small thanks to her, who's hand he silently claims at his side with the one her duck hasn't already taken, seeking the steady support of her warmth and presence.
Iskra doesn't bring a viable lantern
Iskra
I wanna be the one you're calling
