Isla
"Mm, I definitely noticed that much," Isla agrees with a nod and a warm smile. These days, then, it seemed that Aamu's cause lent itself more to living peacefully, and honestly the medic is just fine with that. (A thought that surfaces at the same time as she settles down in bed with a literal assassin, good job Isla). Her head turns to press a kiss against cool metal fingers, the Ascended clearly not caring what Varus is made of - it's all part of him in the end.
Humming out agreement that is a little sad, but accepting nonetheless, she shifts to get a little more comfortable against him, one of her arms draping across his chest to rest over the near inaudible thrum of his heart - or whatever counts as it, these days. "Then we ought to work on getting you something sturdier to wear," she decides, leaning up to press a kiss against the side of his neck.
Humming out agreement that is a little sad, but accepting nonetheless, she shifts to get a little more comfortable against him, one of her arms draping across his chest to rest over the near inaudible thrum of his heart - or whatever counts as it, these days. "Then we ought to work on getting you something sturdier to wear," she decides, leaning up to press a kiss against the side of his neck.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
