ISLA
She leans into his touch, dull as it might be, and given that the physical enjoyment of a kiss between two Ascended is somewhat limited, Isla's mind more than makes up for it. "Mm... arms are one thing. Hearts are a bit more delicate," she points out, murmuring the words against his lips and feeling herself curious as to how he'd feel if they really could enjoy this properly. What a crying shame that she's already made her points about first dates.
Still, she can't help but scoff at his quip, giving him a gentle nudge and narrowing her eyes up at him. "I am never going to live that one down, am I?" she says, grumbling but not leaning back at all. In fact, it's with a girlish pout that she turns to tuck herself against him, her free hand sneaking up so she can take hold of his metal hand instead, gently examining the palm, the knuckles, the fingertips. "It's really impressive, isn't it," she remarks. "Are you glad you have it?"
Still, she can't help but scoff at his quip, giving him a gentle nudge and narrowing her eyes up at him. "I am never going to live that one down, am I?" she says, grumbling but not leaning back at all. In fact, it's with a girlish pout that she turns to tuck herself against him, her free hand sneaking up so she can take hold of his metal hand instead, gently examining the palm, the knuckles, the fingertips. "It's really impressive, isn't it," she remarks. "Are you glad you have it?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
