Iskra
Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again
just to get built back up again
The sheet of snow that falls over them all barely registers for Iskra, too focused on trying to see what can't be seen. The abrupt cold and muffled strike of it falling against his knit hat and jacket- bundled shoulders does register, but it's little more than a blink, because in that same moment what he's straining to see is finally there.
"GOT YOU NOW MEL!" he laughs with a maniacal edge as his aimless run suddenly locks onto target. He grabs out a match as he fights to close the distance between them, sending his fire magic to life towards her feet. Specifically, he's aiming to melt the snow around her, turning it to a plane of ice that should slow her down long enough for him to catch up and wrestle her to the ground.
"GOT YOU NOW MEL!" he laughs with a maniacal edge as his aimless run suddenly locks onto target. He grabs out a match as he fights to close the distance between them, sending his fire magic to life towards her feet. Specifically, he's aiming to melt the snow around her, turning it to a plane of ice that should slow her down long enough for him to catch up and wrestle her to the ground.
I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment
fake sentiment
