Isla
Isla can only hum her agreement and nod against his shoulder; she realises in that moment that he probably knows this better than most, how it can be not to be able to sleep or drink or forget your problems or worries. "I don't think I ever gave that much credit until now," she admits, smiling sadly and peering up at him as his fingers gently tilt her chin up. She expects him to say something dorky and probably very sweet - and he doesn't disappoint, Isla's cheeks flushing, her smile spreading wide across her lips.
Of all things, to hear him call himself a lucky man is the most unexpected and the most charming, and the medic leans in without thinking to press a kiss against his lips. Forehead kisses and sweet gestures are all well and good, but Varus is sneaking his way into Isla's heart far too quickly, and this is the only way she can think of showing it. "You are not the lucky one," she murmurs against his lips, looping her arms around his neck.
Of all things, to hear him call himself a lucky man is the most unexpected and the most charming, and the medic leans in without thinking to press a kiss against his lips. Forehead kisses and sweet gestures are all well and good, but Varus is sneaking his way into Isla's heart far too quickly, and this is the only way she can think of showing it. "You are not the lucky one," she murmurs against his lips, looping her arms around his neck.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
