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
The amount of times she's had to yank him free of a mire, he will not be letting go of his grip on her in this instance, finally returning the favor. He'd not shove her away from it, but if she's asking, well now he's not going to permit take-backsies, at least not without a strong temptation not to.
A swell of reassurance rises when she takes his hand, proving to him that this encouraging tug is not something about to undo a stitch they need. He's spent so long actively avoiding discomforts of any kind, it's almost like learning it all over again how to open something up just to properly close it right.
Her suggestion sounds suspiciously like she means to waste time making a snowman instead, but he can't deny that a target for focusing would be helpful. Also, she followed him to this opening, there's no reason to run full speed into the mayhem, not so long as they kept creeping towards it. "Alright, let's make a snowman. Shall we try and make it look like Sah?" He grins, the suggestion simmering with the understanding that familiar shapes of enemies make rising to them easier. Although, snow sculpting is no picnic either, and not intending to be here for hours making a frozen statue to the man, it'll mostly be a very suggestive indication of identity. A shame he doesn't have water magic.
"Have you ever made one?" he wonders, releasing her hand with a slow, lingering quality, if only because both are needed. Given her aversion to the cold, he isn't sure if she's managed a proper one before, and he glances over expectantly as he starts to gather snow for the base.
A swell of reassurance rises when she takes his hand, proving to him that this encouraging tug is not something about to undo a stitch they need. He's spent so long actively avoiding discomforts of any kind, it's almost like learning it all over again how to open something up just to properly close it right.
Her suggestion sounds suspiciously like she means to waste time making a snowman instead, but he can't deny that a target for focusing would be helpful. Also, she followed him to this opening, there's no reason to run full speed into the mayhem, not so long as they kept creeping towards it. "Alright, let's make a snowman. Shall we try and make it look like Sah?" He grins, the suggestion simmering with the understanding that familiar shapes of enemies make rising to them easier. Although, snow sculpting is no picnic either, and not intending to be here for hours making a frozen statue to the man, it'll mostly be a very suggestive indication of identity. A shame he doesn't have water magic.
"Have you ever made one?" he wonders, releasing her hand with a slow, lingering quality, if only because both are needed. Given her aversion to the cold, he isn't sure if she's managed a proper one before, and he glances over expectantly as he starts to gather snow for the base.
I've been trying to find something
that can set my soul free
that can set my soul free
