You're my lighthouse in the darkness when the storm is comin' in
The sigh is telling, and at once he takes a mental step back, cautious of tugging her tighter to him in case the pull feels more like restraint than comfort. It seems they're both perfectly suited to accidentally overcorrecting, each worried about pushing the other away but still managing to upset balance by pulling too close in response. He waits for her fish impersonation to end, the opening and closing of her mouth without sound, intent on her still even if he's trying not to run over her nerves with his own.
"It was a lot, I don't disagree," he admits with a slower pace to his tone, not trying to rush to repair something as if soft edges are all either of them can tolerate. Still, no need to get torn up by something unnecessarily, although it takes effort to pick his words carefully when he has been accustomed for so long to the company of his own thoughts and a dog that doesn't listen to what he has to say anyway, regardless of how he says it. "But all the more reason you shouldn't have to carry it alone. I can handle the weight, I just needed to... adjust."
Which perhaps doesn't need to be said at all when she doesn't hold back further, breathing in like she's preparing for a wave, and he catches himself sucking in his own deep breath too, as though crashing through it alongside her is only a given at this point. The more coming suggests maybe he didn't hear it all, or more has happened in the short span of time from feasting to darkness, but the crease that finds his brow now is only thought, not concern. "That sounds about right," he mutters, of the way demigods, gods, Caido, hell life find a way to stack shit until it towers. "We'll face that then too," he says with more confidence than he can ordinarily muster. The effects of spending so much time with her.
Listening to the steps she's taken thus far, he can hear the stiffer edge of certainty in her voice compared to the threat of spiral that'd been there before when listing off every issue. Not resolved yet, and forced to wait with the cover of darkness, but still, steps taken where they could be. "That's good," he commends, thumb brushing against her side. "Maybe we head back to Halo together then, when light returns, after you talk to Safrin, and we'll find Amhram when you drop me off at home?" They hadn't found him at the feast after all, and Iskra is doubtful they'd find the man here.
Considering it all for a moment, he turns his head to press a kiss into her crown of fire, before leaning his over hers in some notion of peace for a time. "Tell me everything."
"It was a lot, I don't disagree," he admits with a slower pace to his tone, not trying to rush to repair something as if soft edges are all either of them can tolerate. Still, no need to get torn up by something unnecessarily, although it takes effort to pick his words carefully when he has been accustomed for so long to the company of his own thoughts and a dog that doesn't listen to what he has to say anyway, regardless of how he says it. "But all the more reason you shouldn't have to carry it alone. I can handle the weight, I just needed to... adjust."
Which perhaps doesn't need to be said at all when she doesn't hold back further, breathing in like she's preparing for a wave, and he catches himself sucking in his own deep breath too, as though crashing through it alongside her is only a given at this point. The more coming suggests maybe he didn't hear it all, or more has happened in the short span of time from feasting to darkness, but the crease that finds his brow now is only thought, not concern. "That sounds about right," he mutters, of the way demigods, gods, Caido, hell life find a way to stack shit until it towers. "We'll face that then too," he says with more confidence than he can ordinarily muster. The effects of spending so much time with her.
Listening to the steps she's taken thus far, he can hear the stiffer edge of certainty in her voice compared to the threat of spiral that'd been there before when listing off every issue. Not resolved yet, and forced to wait with the cover of darkness, but still, steps taken where they could be. "That's good," he commends, thumb brushing against her side. "Maybe we head back to Halo together then, when light returns, after you talk to Safrin, and we'll find Amhram when you drop me off at home?" They hadn't found him at the feast after all, and Iskra is doubtful they'd find the man here.
Considering it all for a moment, he turns his head to press a kiss into her crown of fire, before leaning his over hers in some notion of peace for a time. "Tell me everything."
Iskra
Lookin' in your eyes, there's my whole damn life
