// I've been trying to fix my pride //
Shouting the name of the dessert is the only true way to approach flan. The manner in which Ludo takes it...is more questionable. Not inclined to peek behind the curtain more than necessary, Iskra politely does not stare after the vanishing custard. Instead, he tilts out a contented smile, glad that the offerings are acceptable, slinky already wobbling amid the rags now.
Iskra's expression lifts, breath caught in anticipation as something weaves itself amid the bone carapace, pouring from the god's touch as easily as air from lungs. It's not known, not entirely, but there's a familiarity to it that makes Iskra's nerves prickle with excitement. Power, in its truest sense, is what he just witnessed, raw from the rags and now sinking into Gaucho with a promise. His grin deepens, an unspoken eagerness flaring within. "I hope so too," Iskra laughs, because now it won't matter if it does. Reaching to reclaim his shield, Iskra bids Ludo farewell with a wave and an exuberant "thank you!"
[FIN]
Iskra's expression lifts, breath caught in anticipation as something weaves itself amid the bone carapace, pouring from the god's touch as easily as air from lungs. It's not known, not entirely, but there's a familiarity to it that makes Iskra's nerves prickle with excitement. Power, in its truest sense, is what he just witnessed, raw from the rags and now sinking into Gaucho with a promise. His grin deepens, an unspoken eagerness flaring within. "I hope so too," Iskra laughs, because now it won't matter if it does. Reaching to reclaim his shield, Iskra bids Ludo farewell with a wave and an exuberant "thank you!"
[FIN]
Iskra
// But that shit's broken //
