I will be your lighthouse
Iskra can say without a doubt that he did not expect a chorus of voices to greet their questionably brave heroine. If anything, he thought she'd be lulled into a false sense of safety, the house trying to appear ordinary, save for a creaking door or a thumping window shudder here and there, noises easily explained by age or wind when they are in fact warnings. "Oh hell no," he snorts at once, leaning back, palms bracing on the table. "You hear a creepy as house calling out help us and you get the fuck out and come back with some gasoline and fire." The flaming skull around her face brightens a touch as if in agreement.
Of course, however, nothing sensible ever happens in scary stories. Instead, dear Violet went further in, and Iskra feels both a dire frustration for her choices as well as an eager need to know what does in fact happen next. Mel's features take on a much more grave look as the fire flickers against the deeper lean in she makes, and Iskra's breath catches faintly when it's revealed there's remnants of everyone else. "They're trapped? In limbo." His mouth falls open faintly as he leans into a hand, food forgotten now that the immediate hunger has been satiated. He hadn't considered the possibility that the girls could be rescued still, and now he's urging Violet on for her ghostly rescue efforts. "I bet it's Calla!" he hisses, meaning whatever sudden thump has come to the front door and interrupted Violet's mystery.
Of course, however, nothing sensible ever happens in scary stories. Instead, dear Violet went further in, and Iskra feels both a dire frustration for her choices as well as an eager need to know what does in fact happen next. Mel's features take on a much more grave look as the fire flickers against the deeper lean in she makes, and Iskra's breath catches faintly when it's revealed there's remnants of everyone else. "They're trapped? In limbo." His mouth falls open faintly as he leans into a hand, food forgotten now that the immediate hunger has been satiated. He hadn't considered the possibility that the girls could be rescued still, and now he's urging Violet on for her ghostly rescue efforts. "I bet it's Calla!" he hisses, meaning whatever sudden thump has come to the front door and interrupted Violet's mystery.
Iskra
