Iskra
Find something you can hold on to
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone who'll be there for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Wisely choosing not to rise to the question, which is entirely rhetorical he soon learns when she follows it swiftly with the reminder that he put himself in this position, he just scoffs. He had not expected Goose to be named presiding judge, or for the hound to turn his back on him. So much for man's most loyal friend. Instead, he focuses on the tiara he crafts, only catching a glimpse of her anticipation on the border of his peripheral as he works. It becomes clear enough however, when she retrieves the crown with a swiftness that leaves him blinking.
Folding his hands loosely at his chest while a smile unfolds on his lips, he appraises her new accessory. "It looks very fitting," he declares, because it pairs rather nicely with her smugness. It does, actually, look quite nice on her. The flower had been a fine enough accent, but this tames some of her hair back, leaving her wild yet while also accentuating the beauty that comes natural to her. "Stunning, actually," he admits quieter, softened with the awareness that creeps in now that the thrill of the game has come to a close.
It's easy enough then to fall into the little trap she lays. When she leans in, when she tilts up, when she presses in like he ought to do all the same in return and meet her. Before he's able to cross the remaining distance and find her in any sort of embrace, the loud growl from her stomach parts it instead, and her quick withdrawal from the possibility leaves him rocking back on his heels with a huff that quickly shifts from disappointed yearn to amusement. "Luckily I have just the thing."
Grabbing his feather and leaving the doll wherever it'd been tossed, the rock makes a rather nice place to lay out the spread of his pack. He swings it around and pulls out a green quilt first. After that, he lays out a few packaged items that will unroll into bread, cut meats and cheeses, some sliced tomatoes and olives, and jars of condiments. It's a sandwich assembly line with a wide variety of options, and on the side a container of berries and sugar. Last but not least, a bottle of wine and some cups. "Hopefully this hits the spot," he grins.
Folding his hands loosely at his chest while a smile unfolds on his lips, he appraises her new accessory. "It looks very fitting," he declares, because it pairs rather nicely with her smugness. It does, actually, look quite nice on her. The flower had been a fine enough accent, but this tames some of her hair back, leaving her wild yet while also accentuating the beauty that comes natural to her. "Stunning, actually," he admits quieter, softened with the awareness that creeps in now that the thrill of the game has come to a close.
It's easy enough then to fall into the little trap she lays. When she leans in, when she tilts up, when she presses in like he ought to do all the same in return and meet her. Before he's able to cross the remaining distance and find her in any sort of embrace, the loud growl from her stomach parts it instead, and her quick withdrawal from the possibility leaves him rocking back on his heels with a huff that quickly shifts from disappointed yearn to amusement. "Luckily I have just the thing."
Grabbing his feather and leaving the doll wherever it'd been tossed, the rock makes a rather nice place to lay out the spread of his pack. He swings it around and pulls out a green quilt first. After that, he lays out a few packaged items that will unroll into bread, cut meats and cheeses, some sliced tomatoes and olives, and jars of condiments. It's a sandwich assembly line with a wide variety of options, and on the side a container of berries and sugar. Last but not least, a bottle of wine and some cups. "Hopefully this hits the spot," he grins.
Find somewhere you can come home to
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
Find someone that'll die for you
'Cause that's all that really matters in the end
