Isla
Isla isn't sure if she's articulated herself even remotely well enough, but as Remi's fingers ghost across her thighs, causing her to arch against him and hum a note of encouragement into his mouth, she finds she doesn't care right now. There will be time to hammer out the details when they aren't so... this, and she's kissing him again as they fall back into the blankets and the grasses, draped across his chest and his lap. "I do love you," she whispers against his lips; that's a bond that not even death has been able to break - and Isla has died twice, so she ought to know.
Suddenly all the Ascended wants is to feel as much of Remi as possible, room or no room, and her fingers move to carefully unbutton his shirt. The only issue is that she's still got claws, at this point, and so instead the buttons snip very delicately away. Isla's sorry is mumbled against the warmth of his chest, her hands pushing the fabric to his shoulders so she might better explore him.
Suddenly all the Ascended wants is to feel as much of Remi as possible, room or no room, and her fingers move to carefully unbutton his shirt. The only issue is that she's still got claws, at this point, and so instead the buttons snip very delicately away. Isla's sorry is mumbled against the warmth of his chest, her hands pushing the fabric to his shoulders so she might better explore him.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
