I will be your lighthouse
His features scrunch up in a quiet disbelief at her remark. It's becoming less frequent, the creases of bewilderment at the things she says, at the life she's lived, but the remnants of surprise still linger or echo through once in a while, such as now. He shakes his head though, the movement mild, more so at himself than anyone else. "I can't wait to hear," he chuckles around a half-smile, figuring she's got all sorts of mischief wrapped up in it.
The present haunted house story is continuing though, one he hopes isn't so lived. Iskra leans in slower, as if hung on every word Mel says and is drawn in by each one that parts. That is, until the grand reveal, the shock of which forces Iskra back with a reeling effect. "HER FATHER!?" he demands, both palms slapping down on the table in the dramatics of the plot twist. He'd been so smugly certain it'd been Calla. "How could he!" Iskra demands, nearly as betrayed as Violet.
In the heat of the moment the flaming skull dissipated and fizzled out, and Iskra hastily makes one anew. This time, he crafts it into the visage of a hard, cruel man. "So, the voices... not ghosts I take it. Are the kids alive? She can save them?" His features tug up faintly, hopeful that there's a happy ending yet.
The present haunted house story is continuing though, one he hopes isn't so lived. Iskra leans in slower, as if hung on every word Mel says and is drawn in by each one that parts. That is, until the grand reveal, the shock of which forces Iskra back with a reeling effect. "HER FATHER!?" he demands, both palms slapping down on the table in the dramatics of the plot twist. He'd been so smugly certain it'd been Calla. "How could he!" Iskra demands, nearly as betrayed as Violet.
In the heat of the moment the flaming skull dissipated and fizzled out, and Iskra hastily makes one anew. This time, he crafts it into the visage of a hard, cruel man. "So, the voices... not ghosts I take it. Are the kids alive? She can save them?" His features tug up faintly, hopeful that there's a happy ending yet.
Iskra
