// All I want is champagne and sunshine //
Focusing on the death of the heart is easy, now that it’s here, now that Sunjata is just a shadow of himself in regards to those feelings anyway. Iskra knows what she means though, that the heart had originally been made to represent trust, a symbol that extended beyond words. His sentiments about keeping their hearts exactly as is, feelings as they are, extends to that too though. Trust or not, it seems better to leave it set to sort out the usual way, especially if the alternative is something else decaying instead. So he instead faintly shakes his head, making a small face as she furthers her meaning, and it seems they’re of one mind in that regard.
”Hm?” he muses aloud, putting the act of thought into display, one brow hiking up. Secretly, he’s thrilled to learn she wants another date, especially so soon, but he hasn’t planned it out—he does not plan much, truth be told. ”The Celestine could be fun,” he admits, only having been there briefly while intoxicated, so he doesn’t remember much. ”Guess it’ll be another picnic,” which is not said as a problem, but as a comment to the plans they’re building, especially since he’d chosen Stormbreak before specifically for the restaurant atmosphere. ”I would like to see how the remnants of the city are faring,” he acknowledges as well, otherwise not overly concerned with the rehab center of creatures. ”Although somewhere with trees might be most worthwhile in Leafchange,” he counters, considering the sea of gold and red leaves in some areas.
”Oh, uh, definitely,” he says quickly, if suddenly nervous as she brings it up. One hand clamps over the back of his neck, trying to force the swell of nerves down with the pressure. ”I actually meant to uh, ask you about that more, after the dinner. I wasn’t really sure what to say, which is why I stayed quiet.” He’s fumbling, and acutely aware of it. He’s skipped some steps it feels like, jumping immediately to telling the girl he loves her, but not doing enough to ensure she’s secure that they’re dating, and he’s left constantly wondering if he’s too much or too little to her tastes.
The one thing he knows at least, is that everything is better when he’s with her. This is proof that she wants to continue, and despite everything else being unknown in the moment, that grants him enough courage to reach out and claim her hand in his. Fingers curl around hers, and he lifts his gaze from it to her amber eyes. ”I want nothing more than to date you, Mel. Boyfriend, girlfriend, it all sounds too simple for how I feel with you, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than your side, and no one else I’d ever want.” His heart has long been given over to her.
He smiles over the offer as she tries to pivot to something easier, like decor staying among the shack, but he holds firm for her answer for now.
”Hm?” he muses aloud, putting the act of thought into display, one brow hiking up. Secretly, he’s thrilled to learn she wants another date, especially so soon, but he hasn’t planned it out—he does not plan much, truth be told. ”The Celestine could be fun,” he admits, only having been there briefly while intoxicated, so he doesn’t remember much. ”Guess it’ll be another picnic,” which is not said as a problem, but as a comment to the plans they’re building, especially since he’d chosen Stormbreak before specifically for the restaurant atmosphere. ”I would like to see how the remnants of the city are faring,” he acknowledges as well, otherwise not overly concerned with the rehab center of creatures. ”Although somewhere with trees might be most worthwhile in Leafchange,” he counters, considering the sea of gold and red leaves in some areas.
”Oh, uh, definitely,” he says quickly, if suddenly nervous as she brings it up. One hand clamps over the back of his neck, trying to force the swell of nerves down with the pressure. ”I actually meant to uh, ask you about that more, after the dinner. I wasn’t really sure what to say, which is why I stayed quiet.” He’s fumbling, and acutely aware of it. He’s skipped some steps it feels like, jumping immediately to telling the girl he loves her, but not doing enough to ensure she’s secure that they’re dating, and he’s left constantly wondering if he’s too much or too little to her tastes.
The one thing he knows at least, is that everything is better when he’s with her. This is proof that she wants to continue, and despite everything else being unknown in the moment, that grants him enough courage to reach out and claim her hand in his. Fingers curl around hers, and he lifts his gaze from it to her amber eyes. ”I want nothing more than to date you, Mel. Boyfriend, girlfriend, it all sounds too simple for how I feel with you, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than your side, and no one else I’d ever want.” His heart has long been given over to her.
He smiles over the offer as she tries to pivot to something easier, like decor staying among the shack, but he holds firm for her answer for now.
ISKRA
// Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight //
