breath by breath

Iskra

Shot through the heart and the soul
Some feelings never will go
The fire, lightning, black and blue, but I'm fighting

He isn’t surprised that she defends them further, but his brows rise when she challenges their dependability of all things. That quandary is lost the moment she poses another one, and a low laugh leaves him as he holds up a palm in surrender. ”You would make a fantastic cat,” he informs her cleanly, and the resemblance of some traits is already uncanny. ”Largely because I wouldn’t dream of keeping you corralled in my house.” Doing so with Goose is already effort enough. ”And I already know you’ll take a swipe when I walk by.” He grins, the suggested swipe potentially more than one with claws out.

The idea is lost to the potentials for victory though, and he’s already racing onward, her taunt rising behind him as he scuttles. Unfortunately, everyone here is doing very boring things, like reading the signs and calmly walking around.

The motion of dark, swift and elegant, absorbs Iskra’s attention for a time though as the shadowfangs appear. He’s still standing there, stock still, when Mel appears. ”Think I can rouse them into a howl?” he asks, glancing from them to her with a glint of mischief, the other game momentarily forgotten for this new one.

Some doors will always be closed
You got to kick 'em on through
Gotta get used to the splinter in your boot