ISKRA
I always feel alone, inside my mind
How do I love my scars when I'm traumatized
How do I love my scars when I'm traumatized
If Mel doesn't debut as a grand sculptor someday, she can at the very least become a fantastic namer of them. In fact, maybe he'll make a point to have her bless all of his carvings going forward, his own names resulting in such remarkable things as "wooden horse" and "dog sleeping".
It is almost a shame to melt her warrior into another pool. Almost. Admittedly, he doesn't think much of the lost efforts given how little time they'd spent (when comparing to the hours it could rightfully take, at least), and its shape is still in the rough stages, easily redone if desired, though different, as nothing would ever be entirely the same with carving.
That, and the constant presence of the fire in his hand echoes in his head. It's as if a second, golden pulse emerges alongside his own, veins shimmering with something glittering and warm. It stirs a subtle, barely there whisper that curls up the ends of his own thoughts like paper too near a fire. It slides and winds against his own voice, dark in a way that doesn't pair with its blazing nature, though it rather speaks to the depths of the hungry thing. Destruction, it goads, becoming more insistent and louder without even realizing. It's only when the flames snuff out, satisfied at the sight of the melt, that he becomes aware of the newfound rush of silence within.
The crash of the snowball on his chest draws him back to the surface immediately, yanking him from the hallways of his thoughts that have suddenly grown dim and cold, the absence of the other felt like a loss. "Hey!" he protests at once, barely seeming to miss a beat as the complaint breaks apart into a laugh and a protective turn of his body as he reaches down to scoop up his own ammunition. "I was just making it easy to choose to do other stuff!" He holds up his own snowball in preparation of a throw, looking pointedly at her, brows quietly communicating to drop it or else.
"Lightning shit?" he repeats, a touch of awe finding his voice as his brows lift with the understanding of what that means for her. He has noticed time and again the way she braces whenever it comes. "Let's do it!"
It is almost a shame to melt her warrior into another pool. Almost. Admittedly, he doesn't think much of the lost efforts given how little time they'd spent (when comparing to the hours it could rightfully take, at least), and its shape is still in the rough stages, easily redone if desired, though different, as nothing would ever be entirely the same with carving.
That, and the constant presence of the fire in his hand echoes in his head. It's as if a second, golden pulse emerges alongside his own, veins shimmering with something glittering and warm. It stirs a subtle, barely there whisper that curls up the ends of his own thoughts like paper too near a fire. It slides and winds against his own voice, dark in a way that doesn't pair with its blazing nature, though it rather speaks to the depths of the hungry thing. Destruction, it goads, becoming more insistent and louder without even realizing. It's only when the flames snuff out, satisfied at the sight of the melt, that he becomes aware of the newfound rush of silence within.
The crash of the snowball on his chest draws him back to the surface immediately, yanking him from the hallways of his thoughts that have suddenly grown dim and cold, the absence of the other felt like a loss. "Hey!" he protests at once, barely seeming to miss a beat as the complaint breaks apart into a laugh and a protective turn of his body as he reaches down to scoop up his own ammunition. "I was just making it easy to choose to do other stuff!" He holds up his own snowball in preparation of a throw, looking pointedly at her, brows quietly communicating to drop it or else.
"Lightning shit?" he repeats, a touch of awe finding his voice as his brows lift with the understanding of what that means for her. He has noticed time and again the way she braces whenever it comes. "Let's do it!"
I've been trying to find something
that can set my soul free
that can set my soul free
