AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Long calloused fingers were met with a slightly wet nose and unicorn fur. Zuriel inspected her for a moment, delicate and gentle, even in the cold Aisha felt comfortable with her presence. The unicorn did not mend her cursed soul, but it was the closest thing to warmth Aisha had gotten since that day in the shrine. She hoped the companion would stay near, so she could stroke her mane and shower her in affection.
Deimos neared the pair with a mixture, the steam ensured it was hot but Aisha wouldn't know if not for that sight. She reached out for the glass, lifting it and taking a sip. If she couldn't feel it's heat down her throat, at least she could get drunk and pretend. Her incredulous response was met with his usual level of gravitas. "I'm cold," she began, letting loose the cynical words in favor of a more serious discussion, "no matter what I do I can't feel warm."
Deimos neared the pair with a mixture, the steam ensured it was hot but Aisha wouldn't know if not for that sight. She reached out for the glass, lifting it and taking a sip. If she couldn't feel it's heat down her throat, at least she could get drunk and pretend. Her incredulous response was met with his usual level of gravitas. "I'm cold," she began, letting loose the cynical words in favor of a more serious discussion, "no matter what I do I can't feel warm."
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
