Iskra
Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again
just to get built back up again
Iskra scoffs at Damien's drawl and targeting choice. "He's hardly the dangerous one," Iskra mutters, mostly to himself. Deimos' power is immediately recognizable, but it's Melita's inventive and ferocious nature that really makes her the terrifying one.
The sudden crash of snow over his shoulder, revealing no one when he whips his head around, is evidence of such. "MEL!" he thunders, moving fast, although to where he doesn't know but his chance to keep her in close proximity is fleeting. He lobs more of his gathered snowballs in a spread around him as he runs out from behind the bank, half mad in his frantic and aimless approach which riles up Goose into a barking fit at his side.
The sudden crash of snow over his shoulder, revealing no one when he whips his head around, is evidence of such. "MEL!" he thunders, moving fast, although to where he doesn't know but his chance to keep her in close proximity is fleeting. He lobs more of his gathered snowballs in a spread around him as he runs out from behind the bank, half mad in his frantic and aimless approach which riles up Goose into a barking fit at his side.
I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment
fake sentiment
