Isla
"Not at all," Isla informs him, as if he's forgotten that he's a brooding, super serious assassin. "I just know you, that's all." And it's a privilege to see beneath that shell, one that she doesn't take for granted. "And maybe we should, yeah. We can arrange it in Torchline on the sand under the moonlight. A little dinner for two."
Laughing and gazing down into her hot chocolate, Isla shrugs against him. "This is enough of a treat already, though," she admits, wanting to follow up with something stupid and serious like who knows how many more occasions like this we'll have, but fuck if she's done with the war talk. So instead she relaxes against Varus, turning her head to nose into his scarf and press a kiss against his neck.
"How's the cocoa? Living up to your expectations?"
Laughing and gazing down into her hot chocolate, Isla shrugs against him. "This is enough of a treat already, though," she admits, wanting to follow up with something stupid and serious like who knows how many more occasions like this we'll have, but fuck if she's done with the war talk. So instead she relaxes against Varus, turning her head to nose into his scarf and press a kiss against his neck.
"How's the cocoa? Living up to your expectations?"
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
