Iskra
She proves entirely too much to contain with only one palm, and he always suspected that’d be the case, he just hoped it’d buy him enough of a head start. In his haste to keep ahead of her though, he fumbles what would ordinarily have been simple, his fingers catching repeatedly in his pocket until a curse is hissing between his teeth at it (at himself).
Not having known what’d been on her board, he can only lift his gaze in a slowly expanding horror to realize it’s the same thing (or close enough), because she’s now hurrying to win as well. ”Oh no you don’t!” he calls out, forgoing his own stickers and sprinting into a dive on hers. He blows out forcefully, wishing suddenly that he had wind magic but settling for his lungs and swiping at them with his hands as well.
Not having known what’d been on her board, he can only lift his gaze in a slowly expanding horror to realize it’s the same thing (or close enough), because she’s now hurrying to win as well. ”Oh no you don’t!” he calls out, forgoing his own stickers and sprinting into a dive on hers. He blows out forcefully, wishing suddenly that he had wind magic but settling for his lungs and swiping at them with his hands as well.
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
