Isla
"Oh? Is that so?" Isla grins to him, carefully peeling off whatever is left of his shirt now (with difficulty, since his arms are around her) and nodding over his shoulder. "All of my fancy dresses are in the closet. All three of them." She winks. The Grounds are not exactly a place of high fashion, and she's only been alive again for a couple of seasons after all. He draws her closer just as she frees him of the layers on his top half, Isla giving up for the time being to loop an arm around his shoulders.
There's a wicked look in her eye that begs for her to question if that really is his biggest knife, but Isla keeps her composure - at least for another couple of seconds. But as Varus waxes poetic, she can't help but lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, the towel halting in its pathway down his back. "If that is how you really feel, I could always stab you again," she says sweetly.
There's a wicked look in her eye that begs for her to question if that really is his biggest knife, but Isla keeps her composure - at least for another couple of seconds. But as Varus waxes poetic, she can't help but lean in to kiss the corner of his mouth, the towel halting in its pathway down his back. "If that is how you really feel, I could always stab you again," she says sweetly.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
