irisdane
movement was easy on iris. she enjoyed movement. she didn’t like sitting still unless she needed too. movement kept her thoughts from wandering, kept herself grounded. she could get lost in her head so easily, could sit for days in her head if she chose to. she didn’t really think of much, she was the type of person to just be in the moment, not really planning anything. so her job did challenge her mind at times, but she managed. she smiles at corey, nodding her head, before she’s moving to grab some cups from the shelf they sat on, and some alcohol before she’s moving to grab the bread. her eyes follow corey, watching her checking on her clothes; and it made iris wonder if the woman wanted them to dry quickly so she could put them on. she gathered she would, because wearing her bed time clothes probably felt ridiculous on her. yet she looked good. she rests on her shins in front of corey, as she watches her put food in the bowls, and iris was breaking the bread up to hand a bit to corey, before her eyes wander to the window that she opened slightly.”sometimes it could last a few hours, some a few minutes. usually it rains right after, like the earth knows that it needs a good clean up.” she says nodding her head before she’s sitting on her ass now, crossing her legs underneath her, and holding the bowl in one hand while grabbing a spoon, placing them beside her, she moves to uncork the bottle and pour the drink into two cups handing one to corey, her eyes looking into matching hue.”must be different for you. watching blood come out of the sky like this.” she whispers, her head canting to one side, wet hair falling to the side of her shoulder while some of it stuck to her back.”how’re you doing with all of it?” she asks softly, not wanting to pry if the woman in front of her didn’t want to talk about it.
corey turned over her clothes by the fire, fabric warmer but still completely soaked through. she knew it would take hours and the motion of turning them over was more for the movement than anything else. her attention was on the other woman, eyes going back to her to watch her movements when she grabbed bread and cups, corey taking the bowls and spoons to start scooping stew into both of them and then setting each down carefully on the rug between them. she made sure both were full and didn’t spill, gold eyes going to iris’ matching hue when she looked towards the window and the blood raining down outside still. corey’s hands were free to take the piece of bread iris offered her and she placed it carefully balanced on the side of her bowl with a soft ‘thank you’, listening to her explain how long the rain lasted and what was to be expected afterwards. “it’s weird but it’s also not.” corey starts, shaking her head gently. “i mean i don’t have much to explain it too, when everything is kind of different compared to what it was like up there.” she says. “it’s not my people up there by the way, raining down the blood, but that’s a theory i guess or it could be. they do hit the eject button and toss people out in space so.” corey knew that wasn’t actually possible for it to be coming from them, because rain didn’t come from space at all; if nothing else it just seemed symbolic and ironic that the sky rained blood when her people floated their own up and space as a death sentence. “m’fine, better all of this than falling in the lake.” she smiles lightly, gently lifting iris’ bowl to hand it over to her. “are you a good cook?” she asks, smiling gently as she picked up her own bowl and brought a spoonful to her mouth. flavors burst and spread hot on her tongue, spilling down her throat and in this moment, she was the best cook in the world; corey was starving. “yep, you are.”