ISKRA
Confessing his longstanding love to her had been a far easier task than navigating all the days that came after. She'd returned it, and so the answer and the next steps should have been easy, in theory. Often though, the magic of a night unravels in the morning, and what had seemed so straightforward by firelight with skin on skin, became convoluted in the daylight as to just what exactly they should be to one another. It's easier to just fall back into old habits, casting longing glances her way and coveting every moment at her side like it's something precious, not bothering to voice the churning feelings that thunder through him at each smile that blazes her features. Better to continue to chip away at distance with childish antics to trick her space into yielding to his, to find some breathless moment to lean in for a kiss instead of greeting her with them like they're as normal as the laughter between them is.
Though, he finds himself wishing for such simple lines to be redrawn between them. He wants his arm to find her waist like it's always been natural, but there's a hesitancy in his reach, the refusal of her hips far worse than the not knowing. So for now, he sticks with accidental brushes and hints, dancing around her through this because he doesn't quite know the right steps.
It's why he sails into her space now, gaze glittering nearly as much as the water bobbing around them with all the nightsky beauty written into its surface. Her remark stretches his grin back to full, and an arm lifts in query at his side as he glances at it. "Fair point, although I think we may be adding healing next to this...again. Not sure though, but if we are I don't think muscles will come into play much then." Which, isn't to say he won't still help, but maybe it'll involve less shovels. Truthfully though he's no idea where Halo's next projects lie—he tends to zone out in the meetings, focusing on whittling instead and just volunteering time and effort as payment when it's needed. The least he could do for this city. "I have been training more too," he tells her as his arm drops back into the water, warmth enveloping it once more. "We should have a proper spar some time soon," he challenges with a rough grin, more than willing to get her back between him and the ground.
As his attention rises back to her it's then that he sees the onslought of water driving for him like a custom tide. A surprised noise is all he manages before he's doused. Sputtering on the other end of it, his gaze narrows into the playful edge of an accepted war. "Oh, that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he asks with a merciless return fire soon thereafter, palms fisting up sheets of water in rapid succession towards her.
Though, he finds himself wishing for such simple lines to be redrawn between them. He wants his arm to find her waist like it's always been natural, but there's a hesitancy in his reach, the refusal of her hips far worse than the not knowing. So for now, he sticks with accidental brushes and hints, dancing around her through this because he doesn't quite know the right steps.
It's why he sails into her space now, gaze glittering nearly as much as the water bobbing around them with all the nightsky beauty written into its surface. Her remark stretches his grin back to full, and an arm lifts in query at his side as he glances at it. "Fair point, although I think we may be adding healing next to this...again. Not sure though, but if we are I don't think muscles will come into play much then." Which, isn't to say he won't still help, but maybe it'll involve less shovels. Truthfully though he's no idea where Halo's next projects lie—he tends to zone out in the meetings, focusing on whittling instead and just volunteering time and effort as payment when it's needed. The least he could do for this city. "I have been training more too," he tells her as his arm drops back into the water, warmth enveloping it once more. "We should have a proper spar some time soon," he challenges with a rough grin, more than willing to get her back between him and the ground.
As his attention rises back to her it's then that he sees the onslought of water driving for him like a custom tide. A surprised noise is all he manages before he's doused. Sputtering on the other end of it, his gaze narrows into the playful edge of an accepted war. "Oh, that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he asks with a merciless return fire soon thereafter, palms fisting up sheets of water in rapid succession towards her.
Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
