ISLA
His silence is enough for her to know the answer, really. And when he speaks, Isla already knows how complex and unlikely peace is. And yet, until it really is impossible, she can't help but hope for it. "Mm," she agrees, before realising how vague and unhelpful that really is. With a smile as she tilts her head up to look at him, she leans in to gently kiss the corner of his mouth.
"I'm sorry for bringing the mood down so low," she remarks, another kiss pressing against his lips, this one slower, lingering. "I've got to get back to the Grounds," she murmurs, sounding somewhat regretful about it. "How long are you going to be staying in Torchline? I've got to get you another book to read - this one without spoilers."
"I'm sorry for bringing the mood down so low," she remarks, another kiss pressing against his lips, this one slower, lingering. "I've got to get back to the Grounds," she murmurs, sounding somewhat regretful about it. "How long are you going to be staying in Torchline? I've got to get you another book to read - this one without spoilers."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
