These shots don't ricochet

Iskra

BREATHE IT IN, IT'S JUST SNOW, WE'RE JUST FALLING
WE WON'T ALWAYS FREE FALL BACK TO NOTHING

The din of the establishment quieted down around him as his spectacle caught the attention of the others nearby. He very well might have been escorted out due to this disorderly conduct, believed to be wasted despite barely buzzing, but the barkeep currently had their hands full wiping up his spilled drink and hadn't yet summoned the bouncer.

His name drifted over the returning noise. That it snaked from her lips was a promise of reality.

Propping himself up with a groan, Iskra paid no mind to anything else around him as he fervently looked for her again, looked for that voice that itched at the familiarity in his head, yet did not quite satisfy it. He appeared panicked for a moment (madman), such was his eagerness to ensure he hadn't lost her, but it was for no need because there she was.

"Mel!" Iskra yelled out, softer now that the distance between them had closed a bit. He got back to his feet enough, no worse for the wear aside from a barely cut lip that threatened to swell more in the next hour. It did not impede the great crack of a smile that found its way onto his face as he beheld her. He rushed forward to embrace her in a massive hug that'd sweep her off her feet for a moment, his eyes shining with the threat of tears while he'd murmur "gods I have missed you."

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POG bones!

I'M JUST STARTING TO LEARN
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN CHASING GHOSTS