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
Cronching through the rest of his toasted sandwich as they each consider the whims of people’s choices, he finds himself unable to do more than shrug and sigh at it all. Certain things in life are not worth raging against because they are the way that they are regardless. It doesn’t mean the anger doesn’t rear up from time to time, especially in the moments where the continual arrangement of shit leads to a desire for something better to yield. In this though, she’s the one who deserves to rage, and he’ll not be letting the stupidity of others ruin his day with her more than it needs to.
Chasing down his last bite with another sip of wine, he can only shake his head about it all. No considerations, no thank yous, sounds like a terrible spot to be in. ”Maybe they forget Demigods are people too,” he offers out, not that it solves much of anything. ”If they’re used to channeling spirits, or gods, they’re not as easy to thank afterwards, not directly.” Might also be a touch less intrusive for those deities to be yanked on via a chain. ”Maybe they’ve thanked you in their head, a prayer, forgetting they can send you a letter. Can’t exactly send a raven to Ludo, after all.” A flimsy argument maybe, that people are too stupid to recognize Mel deserves something more human because she isn’t a god, but he prefers the comfort of that idea over the one that people would choose to be so careless with her. Again though, he shrugs.
Glancing back as she begins to rustle around with her supplies, his grin takes off again when she reveals her addition. His eyes widen, very much appreciative of the show of cheesecake, and impressed it made it. He’d not been willing to risk it, so packed what seemed it could handle the trip. ”That’s perfect!”
Getting back to his feet to carve into the cheesecake, spoon in hand like a weapon he intends to wield, he instead pauses when she suggests she needs ideas for a pose. His gaze lifts from the dessert to her, amusement puckering into his cheeks, aware she needs no such guidance. ”Something liiiiiiiiiike, THIS!” He takes a moment to step back from their picnic spread, then jumps out at once in a spray of limbs, landing with a deep lunge that is proud with the upturn of his chin and the fisting of his hands on either side of his waist, spoon jutting out like the world’s most sad flag between his fingers.
Chasing down his last bite with another sip of wine, he can only shake his head about it all. No considerations, no thank yous, sounds like a terrible spot to be in. ”Maybe they forget Demigods are people too,” he offers out, not that it solves much of anything. ”If they’re used to channeling spirits, or gods, they’re not as easy to thank afterwards, not directly.” Might also be a touch less intrusive for those deities to be yanked on via a chain. ”Maybe they’ve thanked you in their head, a prayer, forgetting they can send you a letter. Can’t exactly send a raven to Ludo, after all.” A flimsy argument maybe, that people are too stupid to recognize Mel deserves something more human because she isn’t a god, but he prefers the comfort of that idea over the one that people would choose to be so careless with her. Again though, he shrugs.
Glancing back as she begins to rustle around with her supplies, his grin takes off again when she reveals her addition. His eyes widen, very much appreciative of the show of cheesecake, and impressed it made it. He’d not been willing to risk it, so packed what seemed it could handle the trip. ”That’s perfect!”
Getting back to his feet to carve into the cheesecake, spoon in hand like a weapon he intends to wield, he instead pauses when she suggests she needs ideas for a pose. His gaze lifts from the dessert to her, amusement puckering into his cheeks, aware she needs no such guidance. ”Something liiiiiiiiiike, THIS!” He takes a moment to step back from their picnic spread, then jumps out at once in a spray of limbs, landing with a deep lunge that is proud with the upturn of his chin and the fisting of his hands on either side of his waist, spoon jutting out like the world’s most sad flag between his fingers.
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
