you can't see, we've been falling from the 5th story, hope we don't hit the surface
There’s something about an ocean view at night, some leftover bioluminescence from Torchline spilling through the waves of the Boondocks once they’ve grabbed their hot chocolates. He hasn’t taken a sip yet, his attention focused on picking out the perfect little cup, adding the right amount of marshmallows — who cares if he can’t taste it, it’s the thought and attempt that matters isn’t it?
He’s got two in hand as he breezes back to Isla’s side, nodding his head toward the waves, handing her a large cup of cocoa overflowing with puffy sweet pillows, flashing her a fanged grin. He can see the steam rise from the cup despite not feeling it, the cold air penetrating the layers he wears yet affecting him very little if the pile of snow in his long dark hair is any indication. “To the first hot cocoa that we can remember.” He toasts, a smirk crossing his face as he raises the cup.
He’s got two in hand as he breezes back to Isla’s side, nodding his head toward the waves, handing her a large cup of cocoa overflowing with puffy sweet pillows, flashing her a fanged grin. He can see the steam rise from the cup despite not feeling it, the cold air penetrating the layers he wears yet affecting him very little if the pile of snow in his long dark hair is any indication. “To the first hot cocoa that we can remember.” He toasts, a smirk crossing his face as he raises the cup.
VARUS
