// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
The crunch of snow and ice underfoot carries well before Iskra’s boots plod into the threshold of the workshop. Once there though, they stop, frozen in place as if a deer who’s heard a twig snap in the woods and not a set of leather and lace. The silent halt stretches on for what seems too long, but is truly a second or two at most, then a loud laugh breaks into the space, breathy with incredulity.
”W-hat?” The sounds rouse the boots back to life, and now they clomp into the messy workshop floor, idly knocking off ice and snow at the front board out of habit. ”What is all this Goose?” Iskra demands of the dog, the only creature he can see, attention otherwise wholly absorbed on cataloguing every new merry addition. The dog did not get the memo of the whole hiding thing, and is sat, staring up at where Mel had vanished, head cocked like he’s trying to ascertain where the fuck she went and why.
At Iskra’s voice his head tips upsideddown in true Husky chaotic fashion. A soft tail wag starts, but that’s the only answer Iskra gets before the dog’s neck rights itself. ”Meeeeeeeeeel?” Iskra calls out, turning slow as he walks through, lingering to brush a streamer with his hand. Her marker is clear, and he is suspicious, but also thoroughly delighted.
”W-hat?” The sounds rouse the boots back to life, and now they clomp into the messy workshop floor, idly knocking off ice and snow at the front board out of habit. ”What is all this Goose?” Iskra demands of the dog, the only creature he can see, attention otherwise wholly absorbed on cataloguing every new merry addition. The dog did not get the memo of the whole hiding thing, and is sat, staring up at where Mel had vanished, head cocked like he’s trying to ascertain where the fuck she went and why.
At Iskra’s voice his head tips upsideddown in true Husky chaotic fashion. A soft tail wag starts, but that’s the only answer Iskra gets before the dog’s neck rights itself. ”Meeeeeeeeeel?” Iskra calls out, turning slow as he walks through, lingering to brush a streamer with his hand. Her marker is clear, and he is suspicious, but also thoroughly delighted.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
