when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Smiling against his kiss and letting her arms loop around his neck and shoulders, Isla lets herself sink into whatever sensation she can grab from the feel of his fingers in her hair and his hands pressing down her back. "You know, I think you might be right," she agrees, stealing a final, chaste kiss from his lips before sitting back.
Cal's smiles are contagious, goofy and boyish or otherwise, and Isla reaches out to playfully pinch his cheek. "You're right, I haven't heard you sing. You haven't heard me sing, either, and you never will. I have a terrible voice," she informs him. "I'll have to lurk outside the shower to see if you sing in there, maybe."
Already feeling much more at ease, despite the fact that the world is still hell and things are still going to shit, Isla busies herself weaving a loose braid into the back of his hair with her fingertips. "You know, I have only been to Halo once, when I first came back," she murmurs. "But if you have never been anywhere else, we'll just have to go. I think you would like King's End," she says.
As for Ghilio? Smiling to herself, the medic nods. "Just like a little thirsty plant. I'd suggest we go, but it's the desert. Unless we went at night and were very careful, I'd not want to risk it." Risk him.
Cal's smiles are contagious, goofy and boyish or otherwise, and Isla reaches out to playfully pinch his cheek. "You're right, I haven't heard you sing. You haven't heard me sing, either, and you never will. I have a terrible voice," she informs him. "I'll have to lurk outside the shower to see if you sing in there, maybe."
Already feeling much more at ease, despite the fact that the world is still hell and things are still going to shit, Isla busies herself weaving a loose braid into the back of his hair with her fingertips. "You know, I have only been to Halo once, when I first came back," she murmurs. "But if you have never been anywhere else, we'll just have to go. I think you would like King's End," she says.
As for Ghilio? Smiling to herself, the medic nods. "Just like a little thirsty plant. I'd suggest we go, but it's the desert. Unless we went at night and were very careful, I'd not want to risk it." Risk him.
i could die
Isla
