Isla
"Fine," Isla murmurs against his lips, "we can both be lucky." But then he's kissing her again, the medic all but draping herself around him; there might not be any chance of a physical reaction between two Ascended, but that does not mean that she doesn't find Varus attractive, and the way her tongue dances against his and the way her hands twine through the back of his hair says as much.
Is there anything else he needs to know, though? Isla chimes out a laugh at that, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, probably," she says airily. "But it can wait. So can that study you're building for me. Which, by the way, I love. For now, come on. If we take the whiskey bottle to bed we can pretend to have a party."
Is there anything else he needs to know, though? Isla chimes out a laugh at that, shrugging her shoulders. "Oh, probably," she says airily. "But it can wait. So can that study you're building for me. Which, by the way, I love. For now, come on. If we take the whiskey bottle to bed we can pretend to have a party."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
