ISLA
"Don't you try to sweet talk me," Isla purrs, her playful smile threatening to become something that much more heated at the mere thought of extended durations and environmental controls. Still, it's with a soft but deep breath that she does her best to quell the fire in her blood, gently clearing her throat and turning back towards the marketplace. She's about to suggest finishing off with a sample of driftwood when suddenly Ever is leaning in towards her, his breath hot against her neck, lips lingering close enough to taste.
An imperceptible shiver runs down the length of Isla's spine, and she half turns towards the aviator, reaching up to brush a gentle hand across his cheek, as if to try to tease the tension from his jaw. "Right now?" she whispers. "In front of all these people? Perish the thought. If wishing isn't enough for you, I do happen to know a shortcut back towards my apartment. Because I want you right now too."
An imperceptible shiver runs down the length of Isla's spine, and she half turns towards the aviator, reaching up to brush a gentle hand across his cheek, as if to try to tease the tension from his jaw. "Right now?" she whispers. "In front of all these people? Perish the thought. If wishing isn't enough for you, I do happen to know a shortcut back towards my apartment. Because I want you right now too."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
