[ME] icy what you did there

Iskra

Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again

Chuckles loosen as he watch Theea and Deimos both settle properly into the snowball mayhem. It'd been an odd sight once to witness the Sword seemingly strip himself of the weight of titles and stoic imagery in order to dive into chaos with a boyish glee, but it's one Iskra's grown well accustomed to over the years here, especially now with the Family departed.

"Just giving you a head start!" Iskra shouts over his sugary steam to Damien, grin bright with the taunt. A laugh strikes up as he watches Theea attempt to pelt the fellow logger, but he doesn't see the outcome because just then his jacket is hoisted back and all of winter's dressing slithers down his back. Iskra seizes. A yelp bursts from his chest into a gasp as he lurches up to his tiptoes, the bow of his spine so strong that half is cocoa is jostled onto the ground while his skin attempts to crawl away from the chill. Now, the opposite temperature, nips red and harsh on his hand, and Iskra hisses curses through his teeth.

He wheels around, using the sleeve of his other hand to rub off the spilled cocoa and to flap his jacket away from his back. "Who the fu—" he starts, but there's no one there. Goose had danced away from all the prancing around Iskra did, though he's swooped in to lick up the now chocolate coated snow, so he's no current help in locating the offender. Not expecting Melita to be here, she doesn't even cross his mind as a potential source the way she normally would whenever absurdity has been found, especially as there's no duck in sight.

I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment