Isla
"Mm, same," Isla agrees, practically able to taste the cool mint and the tang of whiskey on her tongue. Perhaps it's really there if she imagines it hard enough, the Ascended sighing into her cocoa and closing her eyes for a moment. The intermittent glow of the ocean turns the dark shades of neon, and she smiles to hear Varus's preference. "You know, I thought you'd be a steak guy," she says, blinking her eyes back open to smile up at him.
"Me? Gods, I'd want lobster," Isla says without hesitation, letting out a long sigh and taking a large slurp of the rapidly cooling cocoa. "With melted butter and corn and potatoes. Together maybe we could have surf and turf?" she suggests. Sharing is caring, after all.
"Me? Gods, I'd want lobster," Isla says without hesitation, letting out a long sigh and taking a large slurp of the rapidly cooling cocoa. "With melted butter and corn and potatoes. Together maybe we could have surf and turf?" she suggests. Sharing is caring, after all.
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
