Isla
"Mm, maybe I will have to make cutouts of assassination victims and hide them in doorways and windows for you dispatch. I wouldn't want you to feel as though you weren't able to practice your skills. Or gods forbid, that you were getting rusty." Isla's grin might be shortlived based on where their conversation is going, but for here and now, her cheerful mischief all but shines out of her.
They fall into a comfortable silence while he thinks, and Isla leans against his steady presence, glancing up as he starts to speak again. "Human, mm? It's nice, to have someone think we are still human." Leaning up, she presses a smooch against his cheek and lets her free arm work around his waist so they can meander home all wrapped up together. "Thank you, Cal," she murmurs. "You always know what to say."
They fall into a comfortable silence while he thinks, and Isla leans against his steady presence, glancing up as he starts to speak again. "Human, mm? It's nice, to have someone think we are still human." Leaning up, she presses a smooch against his cheek and lets her free arm work around his waist so they can meander home all wrapped up together. "Thank you, Cal," she murmurs. "You always know what to say."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
