Isla
It's an impossible thing, for Isla to keep still and keep calm, not with the first feeling since just after LongNight coursing through her veins. A low hum rises up in her throat, and every flicker of touch against her from Remi's fingers is enough to make her want to melt further against him. She doesn't want to let him go - and gods if it wouldn't be easier if it had been his neck - but eventually it's a necessity more than a nice-to-have, and her jaws part to release him.
Isla doesn't pant, but the stark red of the blood against her lips and her teeth paints a stark picture nonetheless. She can't help it. Copper is still dancing on her tongue as she leans up to seek out Remi's lips, her hands dropping from his wrist to press against the top of his thigh. She'll apologise later, she's sure.
Isla doesn't pant, but the stark red of the blood against her lips and her teeth paints a stark picture nonetheless. She can't help it. Copper is still dancing on her tongue as she leans up to seek out Remi's lips, her hands dropping from his wrist to press against the top of his thigh. She'll apologise later, she's sure.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
