ISKRA
I always feel alone, inside my mind
How do I love my scars when I'm traumatized
How do I love my scars when I'm traumatized
He only offers a quiet nod of understanding, solemn with the silent acceptance of the truth, as Damien explains what happened to his parents. "Blizzards are greedy like that," he confirms with a bit of a sigh. "Old things have strange hungers." Sometimes treating the cold like a creature and not just an effect made it easier to give it the wariness it deserved.
Continuing to build bundles with balance and wrapping, Iskra listened, nodding along again as Damien seemed to speak right along the same path as his own thoughts. "I've done the same. I think this work calls to us for that reason—lots of lonely moments with just the trees and the axe." Didn't have to be, he supposes. They could work in groups, and sometimes did for larger projects or when delivering lumber to the yard for cutting. For him, he sought out the solitude, the presence of a log-mule or Goose more than enough company. So it had been for a while, until it wasn't enough anymore, not to keep him from completely drowning.
"Yeppp," he drawls out, glancing up from the gathering and tying to look over at Damien with a rough, knowing smile. "Usually being alone is never good for us, no matter what we've convinced ourselves of." For him it's less about being remembered, than it is just remembering how to go on. He nods towards their work. "That's why this'll help the town, it brings people together, getting gifts, keeping warm." His smile stretches wider, then he sets back into the work. Once their fluffy shadows have tired and the mule has gotten close to being overloaded, they call it a day and head back in, sure to deliver their small, but free firewood bundles to the needy people of Halo, a home and a community they both are grateful for.
[FIN]
Continuing to build bundles with balance and wrapping, Iskra listened, nodding along again as Damien seemed to speak right along the same path as his own thoughts. "I've done the same. I think this work calls to us for that reason—lots of lonely moments with just the trees and the axe." Didn't have to be, he supposes. They could work in groups, and sometimes did for larger projects or when delivering lumber to the yard for cutting. For him, he sought out the solitude, the presence of a log-mule or Goose more than enough company. So it had been for a while, until it wasn't enough anymore, not to keep him from completely drowning.
"Yeppp," he drawls out, glancing up from the gathering and tying to look over at Damien with a rough, knowing smile. "Usually being alone is never good for us, no matter what we've convinced ourselves of." For him it's less about being remembered, than it is just remembering how to go on. He nods towards their work. "That's why this'll help the town, it brings people together, getting gifts, keeping warm." His smile stretches wider, then he sets back into the work. Once their fluffy shadows have tired and the mule has gotten close to being overloaded, they call it a day and head back in, sure to deliver their small, but free firewood bundles to the needy people of Halo, a home and a community they both are grateful for.
[FIN]
I've been trying to find something
that can set my soul free
that can set my soul free
