I will be your lighthouse
The tone she uses suggests there's no real concern about the hat being offered, so he sticks his tongue out in swift return. "Taco time is serious," is all he has to say about the matter, as if the absurdity of her umbrella headwear would interfere with a man on a mission to eat. Fortunately, the storm has not hit them while they're here either, though taking it off might tempt fate enough to open up the skies.
His grin tugs up in response to the swift delight she extends for the flaming skull, and in response, the jaw opens and releases a quiet shriek towards her as the skull gradually spins from right side up to upside down and back again. Her eagerness to begin ought to be alarming, as if she's already been carting around something horrific in the back of her mind all day, and chances are with her, it's true. Trying not to let that fact creep in so early and plague him, Iskra just positions the fiery skull beneath her as promised. All the lines of her face immediately sharpen, shadows deepening and extending against her face, particularly the hollows of her eyes and the abyss of her nostrils. He's seen her mad, and there's no greater terror than that, but this comes close.
"If I get nightmares I'm coming to your house to haunt your ass," he warns her, though admittedly he's been dealing with nightmares since childhood, so this wouldn't be much different. Although it's usually his own loss in his dreams, and this feels like it'll instead be her, or some monster plaguing him, rather than failure. Hunkering down for a good story, he takes another large bite of taco, his attention rapt on her as she begins. "Oooh a haunted house," he grins, clearly appraising her selection and nodding with gradually widening eyes as she paints the picture.
His grin tugs up in response to the swift delight she extends for the flaming skull, and in response, the jaw opens and releases a quiet shriek towards her as the skull gradually spins from right side up to upside down and back again. Her eagerness to begin ought to be alarming, as if she's already been carting around something horrific in the back of her mind all day, and chances are with her, it's true. Trying not to let that fact creep in so early and plague him, Iskra just positions the fiery skull beneath her as promised. All the lines of her face immediately sharpen, shadows deepening and extending against her face, particularly the hollows of her eyes and the abyss of her nostrils. He's seen her mad, and there's no greater terror than that, but this comes close.
"If I get nightmares I'm coming to your house to haunt your ass," he warns her, though admittedly he's been dealing with nightmares since childhood, so this wouldn't be much different. Although it's usually his own loss in his dreams, and this feels like it'll instead be her, or some monster plaguing him, rather than failure. Hunkering down for a good story, he takes another large bite of taco, his attention rapt on her as she begins. "Oooh a haunted house," he grins, clearly appraising her selection and nodding with gradually widening eyes as she paints the picture.
Iskra
