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
He'd never admit it, least of all to her, but the praise she extends means the world. He's packed lunches often for his work, and likely she has for her travel, so he's got some practice with what does and does not travel well. Maybe it's not so grand as what they could have found in a restaurant, but he did strive to select ingredients that were more than the typical 9-5 lunch box partner.
Her approval sparks a broad smile, a touch of color finding his cheeks for the thrill of nailing it. "Thanks! Glad it's to your tastes." He gathers up his own sandwich behind her, layering condiments then cheese and meat in a specific pattern to maximize the best mouth feel and flavor ov every bite. He tops it off with the additions of tomatoes and olives, smashing it all carefully between the other slice of bread, more famished than he realized now that the aroma is wrapping around him. "Oh yeah?" he wonders of her own additions, glancing up from his work with an arched 'brow, certain it'll be revealed and elevate the dessert portion further. "I'll be sure to save room." Although for dessert, there is always room.
Finding a seat near her, perching on the rock and quilt not claimed with food already, he takes in the peaceful sights of the surrounding area with a contented sigh. Claiming his glass of wine from her smoothly, he tilts it towards her in a mild toast. "To good sights, good eats, and even better company." Tilting back a sip, he fins a less precarious section of stone to set it on so he can bite into his sandwich. "You were channeled?" he says muffled around a bite, chewing for a moment before trying again. "...What as that like?" There's caution to his ask, though he aims to keep it neutral. It's enough worry with all the vile things int he world she willingly throws herself into, much less the struggles others thrust unto her. It's part of her Demi-godhood and all, but he doesn't like it.
Her approval sparks a broad smile, a touch of color finding his cheeks for the thrill of nailing it. "Thanks! Glad it's to your tastes." He gathers up his own sandwich behind her, layering condiments then cheese and meat in a specific pattern to maximize the best mouth feel and flavor ov every bite. He tops it off with the additions of tomatoes and olives, smashing it all carefully between the other slice of bread, more famished than he realized now that the aroma is wrapping around him. "Oh yeah?" he wonders of her own additions, glancing up from his work with an arched 'brow, certain it'll be revealed and elevate the dessert portion further. "I'll be sure to save room." Although for dessert, there is always room.
Finding a seat near her, perching on the rock and quilt not claimed with food already, he takes in the peaceful sights of the surrounding area with a contented sigh. Claiming his glass of wine from her smoothly, he tilts it towards her in a mild toast. "To good sights, good eats, and even better company." Tilting back a sip, he fins a less precarious section of stone to set it on so he can bite into his sandwich. "You were channeled?" he says muffled around a bite, chewing for a moment before trying again. "...What as that like?" There's caution to his ask, though he aims to keep it neutral. It's enough worry with all the vile things int he world she willingly throws herself into, much less the struggles others thrust unto her. It's part of her Demi-godhood and all, but he doesn't like it.
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
