Isla
Despite (almost?) ruining the moment, Isla still feels the warmth of his wings as a sensation like no other, and she's smiling against his neck, unable to help it. "Mm?" She draws back enough to look him in the eye, her nose scrunching playfully. "No," she murmurs. "But I was very close." Then she's leaning in again for another kiss against his neck, and another that moves up along his jawline.
"Do you want to keep going?" Because if it isn't obvious, Isla is already trying to put it behind them as something to maybe potentially hopefully laugh about later. How much of it is the Ascended and how much is Frey's influence is something she neither knows nor cares too much about.
"Do you want to keep going?" Because if it isn't obvious, Isla is already trying to put it behind them as something to maybe potentially hopefully laugh about later. How much of it is the Ascended and how much is Frey's influence is something she neither knows nor cares too much about.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
