Isla
"I have plenty to learn from you as well," Isla counters with a soft smile, though of course her own learnings don't lean so much towards being sneaky or medicine or sex (though, arguably, Ever can absolutely teach her a new trick or two from his plethora of experiences in the brothels). "And I certainly can't fault you for that, no. And they do say that you ought to try something on a few times to be sure." Do they say that? Do they? Isla neither knows nor cares as long as it keeps the aviator's hands on her.
As he moves to fetch the wine glasses, Isla sinks down onto the edge of the bed, sighing a note of pleasure to find the mattress soft and yielding without being overly so. "I love it," she confesses about her magic. "It's the first time I've had something be a part of me like that. The same for the shifts I've discovered since I was an Ancient. They were only experiences I'd had very fleetingly before that."
Glancing between the two wines, Isla eventually points out the white chilling in a bucket nearby. "It will only get warm otherwise," she reasons - and that would really be a crying shame.
As he moves to fetch the wine glasses, Isla sinks down onto the edge of the bed, sighing a note of pleasure to find the mattress soft and yielding without being overly so. "I love it," she confesses about her magic. "It's the first time I've had something be a part of me like that. The same for the shifts I've discovered since I was an Ancient. They were only experiences I'd had very fleetingly before that."
Glancing between the two wines, Isla eventually points out the white chilling in a bucket nearby. "It will only get warm otherwise," she reasons - and that would really be a crying shame.
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
