Iskra
Wonder why I tear myself down
just to get built back up again
just to get built back up again
Their success is chalked up to sheer force of will and maybe some luck. Still, the exhilaration of the run vibrates through his bones even as he steps off the skis and winds his way closer to her side. "Again!?" he startles, a deeply amused and slightly smug laugh escaping. "Let's not push our luck." He holds out a hand to help the daredevil dismount, the beast she rode on quick to be retrieve by whoever's organizing the track, and they'll shortly be ushered off it to make way for the next finishers.
"There's plenty more of the festival to enjoy," he offers instead, features still bright with the rush of what they'd just accomplished. "After all that, why don't we nab a spot to watch the auroras?" He motions with his head towards the more quietly tucked away portion of the gathering, where warm blankets and cozy quarters await, feeling like a well deserved victory after the slopes.
"There's plenty more of the festival to enjoy," he offers instead, features still bright with the rush of what they'd just accomplished. "After all that, why don't we nab a spot to watch the auroras?" He motions with his head towards the more quietly tucked away portion of the gathering, where warm blankets and cozy quarters await, feeling like a well deserved victory after the slopes.
I fill the void up with polished doubt
fake sentiment
fake sentiment
