If you feel like night is falling
Amusement replaces the comfort of her hand, keeping all the grief at bay as she fades from sight. Though, his fingers do curl against the air where he'd just had her, the sensation fading slow and certain as dusk. He slips his hands into his pockets instead, grabbing at lint and crumbs as he sighs softly into the night and all the memories it bears. He glances towards where he'd placed his lanterns, and the flame for a moment seems to flicker a ghostly image of them between the dance of shadow and light.
The yelp of a child nearby snares his focus back to Melita's antics, a chortle escaping as the youth casts about for the origin but comes up short. He keeps score as his gaze skips over each affronted youth, so that when she reemerges besides him, he tilts his head in agreement towards her announced number. "We should bring eggs next time," he considers, much preferring to consider future chaos than the loss of seeing Ampere or Gaucho. He does watch the chosen one emerge though, people he doesn't know reuniting, but it's a sight. He can't quite tell if Ludo truly picked that lantern or if Mort just needed some respite from that particular brand of chaos.
The yelp of a child nearby snares his focus back to Melita's antics, a chortle escaping as the youth casts about for the origin but comes up short. He keeps score as his gaze skips over each affronted youth, so that when she reemerges besides him, he tilts his head in agreement towards her announced number. "We should bring eggs next time," he considers, much preferring to consider future chaos than the loss of seeing Ampere or Gaucho. He does watch the chosen one emerge though, people he doesn't know reuniting, but it's a sight. He can't quite tell if Ludo truly picked that lantern or if Mort just needed some respite from that particular brand of chaos.
Iskra
I wanna be the one you're calling
