// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
"Isn't that always the case," he muses, of people always having something going on. Not him, usually, but people, and he's certain she's not entirely removed of it. Maybe romantic drama, surely, he hopes, but demigod status alone has her and the others in the thick of Caido's drama often. Death, even, is just something for them to shrug at, Mort's halls little more than a gossip rather than a cage.
He's also happy to steer away from the nuances of the evening and the scrutiny of mortality or other dangerous affairs. So consider him thoroughly intrigued when she insists there's more, his grip loosening to let her slip away back to the box on the counter. He steps in towards the offering as she holds it aloft, his gaze immediately drawn to the woodburned pegasus on the edge. "What's all this then?" It's not really a question so much as a sentiment that she shouldn't have, but there's no fighting back the giddy expression that's got hold of his face.
Eagerly he slides the lid off, glancing from Mel to the box as he does so. He's no idea what to expected, but it is a surprise to find the shapes of his parents, in so many words, tucked inside the box. Awe folds over the excitement, and with a newfound gingerness he reaches to withdraw them from their nestled hold in the box to hold them aloft, free and exposed. Ampere looks like the caught tempest she'd always been in memory, and Gaucho stands like the epitome of razing strength he'd always heard about. Emotion threatens to well behind his eyes, pricking them hot and wet, and he blinks rapidly against the risk.
"Mel—I." His throat bobs as he swallows, and gently he places the pegasus down on the counter beside the box. He turns to look at her with unidivided attention once more. "I love them," he breathes, moved at her consideration, and all for a dinner party. "Thank you, this gift is incredible." A tender smile cracks his features and he doesn't hesitate to draw her into a massive hug.
He's also happy to steer away from the nuances of the evening and the scrutiny of mortality or other dangerous affairs. So consider him thoroughly intrigued when she insists there's more, his grip loosening to let her slip away back to the box on the counter. He steps in towards the offering as she holds it aloft, his gaze immediately drawn to the woodburned pegasus on the edge. "What's all this then?" It's not really a question so much as a sentiment that she shouldn't have, but there's no fighting back the giddy expression that's got hold of his face.
Eagerly he slides the lid off, glancing from Mel to the box as he does so. He's no idea what to expected, but it is a surprise to find the shapes of his parents, in so many words, tucked inside the box. Awe folds over the excitement, and with a newfound gingerness he reaches to withdraw them from their nestled hold in the box to hold them aloft, free and exposed. Ampere looks like the caught tempest she'd always been in memory, and Gaucho stands like the epitome of razing strength he'd always heard about. Emotion threatens to well behind his eyes, pricking them hot and wet, and he blinks rapidly against the risk.
"Mel—I." His throat bobs as he swallows, and gently he places the pegasus down on the counter beside the box. He turns to look at her with unidivided attention once more. "I love them," he breathes, moved at her consideration, and all for a dinner party. "Thank you, this gift is incredible." A tender smile cracks his features and he doesn't hesitate to draw her into a massive hug.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
