I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
He tosses his gaze over his shoulder to her stooped form at the invitation she extends. Something brighter enters his features—he's well aware of the Torchline festivities and their appeal, but her suggesting he come, offering up her space and her time like that, it tugs on his chest. It's something simple and easy, but coming from her, it's special. "Yeah?" He rolls the cup over and over in his hands, putting some of the shy energy into it. "That's a good idea, I will." A smile bigger than he means to let it be grows away on his face as he imagines their LongNight near the shore.
The question she asks almost doesn't register over the runaway plans. "Huh?" he asks, delayed, distant stare on the cup he's still fiddling with. "Oh. Halo's LongNight?" He presses the thought like a hum between his lips, shrugging at the chilly reality which is nothing compared to the tropical dream with her. Also how would I know I have not been here for LongNight. "We always have a Deepfrost celebration with vendors and snowball fights, but LongNight isn't something I've really been part of it. Tend to just shack up with Goose and keep warm."
His attention lifts back to her when she returns from her collecting. With a bit of an ominous stare he watches the thermos toss back and forth in her hand, stomach churning in equal effort. Picking his mix like he's selecting his tarot card and praying it won't yield DEATH BY LAVA when it's read to him, Iskra plucks the peppermint package carefully. For all his skepticism, Mel is doing it too, so it must be alright, unless she's got some Demigod abilities she's forgotten about. Now that he thinks about it...can she heal? "If this actually ends up being good, I owe you one Firecracker cleaning." His voice is muffled around the packaging as he tears it with his teeth and sprinkles it into the cup, the only proper order of things before adding the hot liquid in.
The question she asks almost doesn't register over the runaway plans. "Huh?" he asks, delayed, distant stare on the cup he's still fiddling with. "Oh. Halo's LongNight?" He presses the thought like a hum between his lips, shrugging at the chilly reality which is nothing compared to the tropical dream with her. Also how would I know I have not been here for LongNight. "We always have a Deepfrost celebration with vendors and snowball fights, but LongNight isn't something I've really been part of it. Tend to just shack up with Goose and keep warm."
His attention lifts back to her when she returns from her collecting. With a bit of an ominous stare he watches the thermos toss back and forth in her hand, stomach churning in equal effort. Picking his mix like he's selecting his tarot card and praying it won't yield DEATH BY LAVA when it's read to him, Iskra plucks the peppermint package carefully. For all his skepticism, Mel is doing it too, so it must be alright, unless she's got some Demigod abilities she's forgotten about. Now that he thinks about it...can she heal? "If this actually ends up being good, I owe you one Firecracker cleaning." His voice is muffled around the packaging as he tears it with his teeth and sprinkles it into the cup, the only proper order of things before adding the hot liquid in.
Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Iskra
