Isla
It's just as easy for awkwardness to slip in as it is to try too hard, but Isla is determined not to let that cause issues for the friendship she shares with the Flood.
"I am okay, Jata," she tells him, searching out his eyes and offering him a smile and a scrunch of her nose. "I promise. You just need to remember that you are literally Frey's sex demigod, whatever else you also happen to be." And she is neither a relative of Sunjata's, nor a long-term lover, and he's built to have certain effects on the general population.
Offering out her mug as a cheers for helping him pave the way for his self-improvement, Isla takes another long sip of her drink and settles back in her seat, listening with curiosity to hear - and see - Sunjata's new tricks. "You know," she says through a laugh as the inky floral prints drip across his skin, "so many of the workers here thought you were a work of art. You didn't have to literally prove them right."
"I am okay, Jata," she tells him, searching out his eyes and offering him a smile and a scrunch of her nose. "I promise. You just need to remember that you are literally Frey's sex demigod, whatever else you also happen to be." And she is neither a relative of Sunjata's, nor a long-term lover, and he's built to have certain effects on the general population.
Offering out her mug as a cheers for helping him pave the way for his self-improvement, Isla takes another long sip of her drink and settles back in her seat, listening with curiosity to hear - and see - Sunjata's new tricks. "You know," she says through a laugh as the inky floral prints drip across his skin, "so many of the workers here thought you were a work of art. You didn't have to literally prove them right."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
