we're always running scared but holding knives
"Yeah," Isla mumbles her confirmation, not that it will matter at all in a few seconds. And honestly, if he'd pushed her away (unlikely, but you know, it's a possibility) Isla might have done something even more reckless. Like cry. Or try to fight him. Or both. So this is good for the two of them, right?
Humming a note of warm need against Sunjata's lips as she feels him reciprocate, one of her arms slips around his shoulders, the other pressing against his chest, and it's partially to stay close and partially to stay balanced. Tall as he is, she's on her toes right now just to get close. "I'm sure," she mumbles, her voice a low whisper.
I just don't want to feel like this right now, she might have said. Or I don't want to think about things for a while, or Gods everything is just so fucked up but it's the same thing, in the end. She's sure, and she's already pulling him down towards her lips again. "Touch me," she mumbles into his mouth, even though it won't make much of a difference right now.
Humming a note of warm need against Sunjata's lips as she feels him reciprocate, one of her arms slips around his shoulders, the other pressing against his chest, and it's partially to stay close and partially to stay balanced. Tall as he is, she's on her toes right now just to get close. "I'm sure," she mumbles, her voice a low whisper.
I just don't want to feel like this right now, she might have said. Or I don't want to think about things for a while, or Gods everything is just so fucked up but it's the same thing, in the end. She's sure, and she's already pulling him down towards her lips again. "Touch me," she mumbles into his mouth, even though it won't make much of a difference right now.
Isla
