Iskra
Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again
just to get built back up again
His gaze sharpens on the area of air that detonates the snowball. "Gotcha," he mutters under his breath, utterly smug that he caught Melita's invisible ass. Well...hadn't caught, yet, but found at least, which is better than he just was. Although the unfortunate thing of the distance between them remains, and the snow is not so effective a marker as paint, or his arms, so by the time he rushes to there he can neither grasp her with snow, scarf, or hand.
"Oh, alright, I see how it is," he huffs out into the air, a chuckle edging in. "Extreme hide and seek then," with the added threat of a snowball to the face, or down his pants. Looking very much like one of the people muttering to themselves on the street, the sort you cross to the other side for and avoid eye contact with, Iskra sets about to gathering up more ammunition in packed snowballs.
A bit oblivious to the war happening around him, Iskra settles beside the nearest fortress, the very same Mel chose, albeit on the opposite side. Only when Deimos' earth magic ripples out and upsets Iskra's balance, shoulder driving into the barrier and breaking off some of the top of it, does his head whip around to the other fray. "Hey!" he barks out, utterly unbothered except for his broken concentration, where he's straining with every sense to detect someone who is, essentially entirely untraceable (who gave her so much power, and gods, why?). For good measure he lobs one of his gathered balls towardsDamien.
"Oh, alright, I see how it is," he huffs out into the air, a chuckle edging in. "Extreme hide and seek then," with the added threat of a snowball to the face, or down his pants. Looking very much like one of the people muttering to themselves on the street, the sort you cross to the other side for and avoid eye contact with, Iskra sets about to gathering up more ammunition in packed snowballs.
A bit oblivious to the war happening around him, Iskra settles beside the nearest fortress, the very same Mel chose, albeit on the opposite side. Only when Deimos' earth magic ripples out and upsets Iskra's balance, shoulder driving into the barrier and breaking off some of the top of it, does his head whip around to the other fray. "Hey!" he barks out, utterly unbothered except for his broken concentration, where he's straining with every sense to detect someone who is, essentially entirely untraceable (who gave her so much power, and gods, why?). For good measure he lobs one of his gathered balls towards
I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment
fake sentiment
