Iskra
Follow me when it's dark out
He watched her in waiting, unknowingly tracing all the ways happiness left its mark on her. The way it bubbled up in her cheeks, the light it brought to eyes that had already seemed dazzling, and the curvature of her lips beneath teeth caught in a smile. Her joy could be his undoing if he wasn't careful because at this moment he felt he might give the world to never see it ruined.He inhaled deeply, grateful for the burn of the candles that remained close, thrust even more so as she leaned in as if their moment was secretive and too special to be shared with the world outside the sunbeam her presence cast. Drawn in, he leaned forward as well, ready for her spell. What she had to say next caused a laugh to erupt from Iskra's chest, his body shaking with it and spilling more of his wood from his grip. "I think there's only one clear winner then," he admitted, winking as he leaned back once more and nodded at the one. "Can't have anything other than big wick energy," he grinned, the movement reaching his eyes. He was certainly grateful she hadn't needed help to name them, as her choices topped the best he could have dreamed up; left up to him he probably would have called them champagne sweat and mud mouth, or something equally as terrible.
"You're very talented," he added, assuming she had made these and was here to pedal them, and well even if not, was the statement incorrect?
