Iskra
He doesn't pry about her family, and she has never offered much. His own, she knows to some degree, but he can't hold back their importance to him even with them gone and scattered (so many siblings lost to the breeze).
With offerings and prayers made though, Iskra's attention is on the shrine, anticipation strumming through him like a last chord played into silence. It's why when the skull nearby bugles its complaint, sharp surprise skitters up his spine and prickles like water over his scalp. Breathless with the admonishment, he is still for a moment, only his eyes sliding towards the animated jaw. Amusement soon breaks though, a disbelieving laugh slipping loose even as Iskra hurriedly reaches down to swipe up some of the candies on display. "Sorry! This is the first I've heard," he manages around the humor.
He lobs one towards the open skull, well practiced with tossing scraps to Goose after all these years, and feeling marginally strange that he's drawn that parallel with a powerful herald of death. Before he can toss a second one (and good thing too, because Goose has perked up at sailing treats), leaving an opening for Mel to feed the diety should she so desire, he reaches back to nab the fake fangs. "Oh, uh, here you go," he tells Ludo as he crouches down before the skull, tilting his head as he pops the bleeding set of teeth in over the old and dusty ones. "Perfect," he announces, quickly depositing the rest of the candy in his hand like a slot machine declaring a winner, but in reverse.
Stepping back a bit, not convinced he might not be bit, Iskra's gaze flicks back to Mel as she's addressed. Sugar momma he wonders with a rise of his 'brows to match the unseen bony ones. "Wha—" he starts in response, blush creeping hot and red up his neck. "N-no, it's not like that!" He tries to insist, mortified, but Ludo no longer seems to care and at the beckoning of the trickster he cautiously gets closer and closer. Stooping with his arms around his knees before the skull, Iskra listens to the tasks, nodding as he takes mental note of them.
With offerings and prayers made though, Iskra's attention is on the shrine, anticipation strumming through him like a last chord played into silence. It's why when the skull nearby bugles its complaint, sharp surprise skitters up his spine and prickles like water over his scalp. Breathless with the admonishment, he is still for a moment, only his eyes sliding towards the animated jaw. Amusement soon breaks though, a disbelieving laugh slipping loose even as Iskra hurriedly reaches down to swipe up some of the candies on display. "Sorry! This is the first I've heard," he manages around the humor.
He lobs one towards the open skull, well practiced with tossing scraps to Goose after all these years, and feeling marginally strange that he's drawn that parallel with a powerful herald of death. Before he can toss a second one (and good thing too, because Goose has perked up at sailing treats), leaving an opening for Mel to feed the diety should she so desire, he reaches back to nab the fake fangs. "Oh, uh, here you go," he tells Ludo as he crouches down before the skull, tilting his head as he pops the bleeding set of teeth in over the old and dusty ones. "Perfect," he announces, quickly depositing the rest of the candy in his hand like a slot machine declaring a winner, but in reverse.
Stepping back a bit, not convinced he might not be bit, Iskra's gaze flicks back to Mel as she's addressed. Sugar momma he wonders with a rise of his 'brows to match the unseen bony ones. "Wha—" he starts in response, blush creeping hot and red up his neck. "N-no, it's not like that!" He tries to insist, mortified, but Ludo no longer seems to care and at the beckoning of the trickster he cautiously gets closer and closer. Stooping with his arms around his knees before the skull, Iskra listens to the tasks, nodding as he takes mental note of them.
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
