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
The grin that breaks out at her could warn ships from rocks. "You at least need to be around to supervise," he agrees, fully intending to douse her along with her ship when the time comes. Perhaps they could even make a race out of it, or each take a half of the ship and judge which side is most sparkling by the end. A pity he's only got destructive elements and nothing that could add real polish, not unless soot counted. "My high standards are just looking out for you," he scoffs, his own foot sliding over to fight back with a swat at her toe, even at risk of jostling his cocoa over the lip.
Steaming chocolate wreathes the image of her in a mild haze, twisting to and fro as it floats up and dissipates. He smiles over the edge of the cup faintly as he watches her, each image she names popping to mind clearly, a lovely backdrop to place her in. "I did always love Aumakua," he hums thoughtfully, sipping deeper now as the drink's cooled to something more manageable. "And the harbor," he adds softer, quieter, the memory thickening his voice. It's bittersweet, recalling the past joys, though there's a melancholic stain he can't quite scrub away at each reminder, for all the things he dared to squander.
A low laugh slips free at her admittance of Halo though, and his gaze glitters with the sound long after it quiets back into a slurp of liquid dessert. "I always liked the Kuali'i Isles," he confesses, 'it was the best for hide and seek." That occasionally he'd ended up stranded and required rescuing is a part he seems to have forgotten in favor of all the won games. "The Outer Brambles in the Hollowed Grounds are lovely," he says with a fond smile, although he might be partial to them because they're a less cold place for him to work than actually appreciating the wooded islands. "The Greenwing never gets old," he admits of Halo and her beauty, because while he has grown to admire much of her treacherous wilderness, it's the life of the woods that has consistently healed him all this time. "Speaking of Halo, you should absolutely come see the new hot springs we built."
Steaming chocolate wreathes the image of her in a mild haze, twisting to and fro as it floats up and dissipates. He smiles over the edge of the cup faintly as he watches her, each image she names popping to mind clearly, a lovely backdrop to place her in. "I did always love Aumakua," he hums thoughtfully, sipping deeper now as the drink's cooled to something more manageable. "And the harbor," he adds softer, quieter, the memory thickening his voice. It's bittersweet, recalling the past joys, though there's a melancholic stain he can't quite scrub away at each reminder, for all the things he dared to squander.
A low laugh slips free at her admittance of Halo though, and his gaze glitters with the sound long after it quiets back into a slurp of liquid dessert. "I always liked the Kuali'i Isles," he confesses, 'it was the best for hide and seek." That occasionally he'd ended up stranded and required rescuing is a part he seems to have forgotten in favor of all the won games. "The Outer Brambles in the Hollowed Grounds are lovely," he says with a fond smile, although he might be partial to them because they're a less cold place for him to work than actually appreciating the wooded islands. "The Greenwing never gets old," he admits of Halo and her beauty, because while he has grown to admire much of her treacherous wilderness, it's the life of the woods that has consistently healed him all this time. "Speaking of Halo, you should absolutely come see the new hot springs we built."
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
