we're always running scared but holding knives
"A jealous teenager with the ability to crush my boyfriend-boyfriend with a house if he felt like it," Isla corrects. "Not that I can blame you. I never tried to make you jealous, but I... I suppose I never tried not to, either." It's with a tearful and apologetic smile that she squeezes his hand.
She melts against his side with a grumble of both annoyance and contentment - precisely because of the exact thing she'd just mentioned - and Isla has to stop her fingers from tip-toeing across to see if his physique matches the muscle groups she's only really seen in textbooks. "Mm...? Oh," she says, suddenly delighted at the sight of him, though it's more out of surprise than preference.
"You're still in there," she says, like it's a revelation, and she tucks herself back in at his side. "Tch, you're laying on the compliments thick today. You never met me in the Northaven war," she points out. "For the record, though, no it isn't better. Your body is just the cherry on the top of an already attractive cake. And I can't even taste cake, so you know it must be delicious."
She melts against his side with a grumble of both annoyance and contentment - precisely because of the exact thing she'd just mentioned - and Isla has to stop her fingers from tip-toeing across to see if his physique matches the muscle groups she's only really seen in textbooks. "Mm...? Oh," she says, suddenly delighted at the sight of him, though it's more out of surprise than preference.
"You're still in there," she says, like it's a revelation, and she tucks herself back in at his side. "Tch, you're laying on the compliments thick today. You never met me in the Northaven war," she points out. "For the record, though, no it isn't better. Your body is just the cherry on the top of an already attractive cake. And I can't even taste cake, so you know it must be delicious."
Isla
