Isla
Shifting to get comfortable under the covers, Isla watches the soft silhouette of Sunjata's wing as it stretches across the bed, before turning on her side to face him. "Mm, if you have stories to tell I'm more than happy to hear them," she says with a gentle nod, tucking an arm beneath her pillow. "As long as they aren't the massively tragic kind. Call me a cynic, but you've not made your old home sound the most welcoming."
Surprisingly, given the late hour and the amount of liquor consumed, the Floor will find her a quietly attentive listener in whatever tale he wants to spin. Because the joke's on you, Sunjata - Isla's got the heavy conversation to come to terms with as well, and an abundance of memories parading through her mind to keep her from sleep.
~FIN
Surprisingly, given the late hour and the amount of liquor consumed, the Floor will find her a quietly attentive listener in whatever tale he wants to spin. Because the joke's on you, Sunjata - Isla's got the heavy conversation to come to terms with as well, and an abundance of memories parading through her mind to keep her from sleep.
~FIN
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
