Isla
"To the first hot cocoa with the man I love," Isla toasts back, gently clacking her cup against Varus's once he's handed it to her, smiling across at him and settling in against his side. As Ascended, they might not be great at discerning hot from cold (not that the pain from either really registers), but Isla definitely knows that the cocoa will scald their tongues. So rather than taking a sip, she blows on the steaming layer of marshmallows, grinning into them.
"I used to love when they would melt into the chocolate," she says. "But it isn't really something you can enjoy without getting sticky." Is that a double entendre? From the look on Isla's face and the way she bounces her eyebrows at Varus, she definitely thinks so. "Thank you for coming out here with me. I needed this more than I thought."
"I used to love when they would melt into the chocolate," she says. "But it isn't really something you can enjoy without getting sticky." Is that a double entendre? From the look on Isla's face and the way she bounces her eyebrows at Varus, she definitely thinks so. "Thank you for coming out here with me. I needed this more than I thought."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
