Iskra
Despite his tendencies to loiter in solitude and press himself into the background like a sheet of wallpaper, Iskra has never minded the spotlight. A childhood spent farming laughter like happiness had to be stolen from the world by way of force of a good show, he has nonetheless lost the luster for demanding the world a stage. He might lose himself to the boisterous qualities once in a while at the bar, or slip into a bristling fury that did not mind the onlookers, but those are less him stepping up to a stage, and more the act of stumbling onto one, the world full of them. With her though, it's always been easy to find that old stride and beggar a laugh from the universe again.
With her cheers, his flaunting only increases, arms flexing (rather pointlessly beneath a sweatshirt), and his hair tossed back with a shake of his head. He feels content in that role, but as she rises with a very obvious intent, color races to his cheeks with a shyness she has also always been able to command. In boyhood, it was the flush of something he didn't understand yet or have a name for—not lust so much as he just felt more whenever he was with her, and found things improved by her company like none other. Now though, all too aware, the knowing still brings back that wild flush of giddiness that there could be something so right in the world as knowing her.
"I happen to know that you'll ace that test. We've been studying so well lately." He grins as she slides around him, fingertips trailing the edge of skin and fabric. From the week in Halo to the week here, it's been deeply satisfying to wake up so often beside her in bed. His arms slip over her shoulders, brushing back her hair and folding around behind her head as though a trap he's set and not one of her own doing. It keeps her drawn close to him, allowing the slow removal of distance as his head dips down towards her, lingering at the point where their breath mingle. His gaze lifts from the shape of her lips, catching her eyes, where his smile stretches out in response. Then he closes the remaining space and claims her mouth with his, one hand cupping behind her head as he presses in with all his gratitude.
With her cheers, his flaunting only increases, arms flexing (rather pointlessly beneath a sweatshirt), and his hair tossed back with a shake of his head. He feels content in that role, but as she rises with a very obvious intent, color races to his cheeks with a shyness she has also always been able to command. In boyhood, it was the flush of something he didn't understand yet or have a name for—not lust so much as he just felt more whenever he was with her, and found things improved by her company like none other. Now though, all too aware, the knowing still brings back that wild flush of giddiness that there could be something so right in the world as knowing her.
"I happen to know that you'll ace that test. We've been studying so well lately." He grins as she slides around him, fingertips trailing the edge of skin and fabric. From the week in Halo to the week here, it's been deeply satisfying to wake up so often beside her in bed. His arms slip over her shoulders, brushing back her hair and folding around behind her head as though a trap he's set and not one of her own doing. It keeps her drawn close to him, allowing the slow removal of distance as his head dips down towards her, lingering at the point where their breath mingle. His gaze lifts from the shape of her lips, catching her eyes, where his smile stretches out in response. Then he closes the remaining space and claims her mouth with his, one hand cupping behind her head as he presses in with all his gratitude.
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
