Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Something to read," Isla repeats with a wry smile, tilting her face up and into his affections, her own warm fingers caressing across his chest. "And I suppose there is a great deal of reading material here in this brothel?" If that's the case, they will have both learned something by being in the Dusklight.
Unable to help it - call it the distance of the past few weeks or just how irresistible she finds the aviator, now more than ever - Isla leans up to kiss him again, reaching up to clasp the strong line of his jaw. "Or we could just keep doing that all night," she supposes, though if that's the case, it likely won't be long before kisses become all manner of other acrobatics.
Not that the Remedy is complaining at all about that, either.
Unable to help it - call it the distance of the past few weeks or just how irresistible she finds the aviator, now more than ever - Isla leans up to kiss him again, reaching up to clasp the strong line of his jaw. "Or we could just keep doing that all night," she supposes, though if that's the case, it likely won't be long before kisses become all manner of other acrobatics.
Not that the Remedy is complaining at all about that, either.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
