when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Sometime soon," Isla agrees through a whisper. What she doesn't say is that she doesn't think holding meetings has done them any good so far. She doesn't say that it feels worse every time they get together, and worse still whenever they lose another of their dwindling numbers. They'll all meet again sometime soon. And they can go from there.
It's a lucky thing that Varus's response is enough to cause her heart to rise into her throat, to banish away the darkness even if it's only for a short space of time. Isla holds him back tightly, smiling into his shirt, leaning into the strong security of his embrace. "Gods, I don't know why I needed to hear that so badly," she mumbles, kissing the side of his neck.
"After the war..." And she says it slowly, because they both know how unlikely it is that they'll be around after that, "what do you think you'd like to do?"
It's a lucky thing that Varus's response is enough to cause her heart to rise into her throat, to banish away the darkness even if it's only for a short space of time. Isla holds him back tightly, smiling into his shirt, leaning into the strong security of his embrace. "Gods, I don't know why I needed to hear that so badly," she mumbles, kissing the side of his neck.
"After the war..." And she says it slowly, because they both know how unlikely it is that they'll be around after that, "what do you think you'd like to do?"
i could die
Isla
