Iskra
More than content to leave the revelry behind, Longnight still young (he thinks, it's hard to keep track hoenstly), he follows her without hesitation. He is here for her after all, and as exciting as Encantado fire-hoop jumping is, nothing tops just idling away the hours in her company.
As the towel settles over the sand and the side of the pool, Iskra crouches down to help straighten out the ends closest to him, brushing away any errant grains. When she sprawls out, he slides in beside her, facing the same direction but on his stomach, head turned towards her with a pleased sigh when the ground finally takes all his weight. "This is nice," he admits, the pair of them cast in the varying glow of the lanterns, the hushed sound of the pool lapping the sides of the shore drifting over the dark and the calm of the longnight.
It isn't long before she's already shifting, rolling away from him with an absence that immediately rouses a guttural complaint. Propping himself up more on his elbows, he cranes to see around her and what she's fishing out, dreadfully curious, especially when she claims it's for him. "What do you mean?!" he demands, a trill of alarm there, worried perhaps he's forgotten an important date and far too empty handed to reciprocate.
As the towel settles over the sand and the side of the pool, Iskra crouches down to help straighten out the ends closest to him, brushing away any errant grains. When she sprawls out, he slides in beside her, facing the same direction but on his stomach, head turned towards her with a pleased sigh when the ground finally takes all his weight. "This is nice," he admits, the pair of them cast in the varying glow of the lanterns, the hushed sound of the pool lapping the sides of the shore drifting over the dark and the calm of the longnight.
It isn't long before she's already shifting, rolling away from him with an absence that immediately rouses a guttural complaint. Propping himself up more on his elbows, he cranes to see around her and what she's fishing out, dreadfully curious, especially when she claims it's for him. "What do you mean?!" he demands, a trill of alarm there, worried perhaps he's forgotten an important date and far too empty handed to reciprocate.
I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile
