Isla
Everything feels numb apart from the warm press of his lips, Isla managing to worm her arms around Varus's neck so she can clasp him close. "Mm, no you," she mumbles into the kiss, inhaling shakily when he parts from her and slouching to lay against the bed, drawing him over her like a blanket. "You are incredible, Cal." And she means it, her fingertips trickling down the length of his spine to settle on his lower back.
And there's more she wants to say too, like an itch at the back of her throat, but suddenly it just doesn't feel like the right time. And so Isla sinks decadently into the sheets instead, her fingers walking back up Varus's back to slip into his long hair. They don't sleep, but gods... it's the closest thing to it that Isla has felt for a long while.
~FIN
And there's more she wants to say too, like an itch at the back of her throat, but suddenly it just doesn't feel like the right time. And so Isla sinks decadently into the sheets instead, her fingers walking back up Varus's back to slip into his long hair. They don't sleep, but gods... it's the closest thing to it that Isla has felt for a long while.
~FIN
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
