Isla
"Peaches," Isla repeats, her smile half pressed against his shirt. "And cream, if we have it." She steps back as he rises to his feet, tucked in against Sunjata's side and falling into step with him easily as they head towards the pantry. Shrouded by his wing, they move without bother through the House of Midnight, though Isla doesn't want to admit that it's proving the Flood right, that no one wants to get close to him.
"I only got sick one time," she hisses at him playfully. It had been their first night back, okay, and there had been a block of cheese and flavoured gins and a slab of chocolate and a LOT of ice cream, and yeah, it had been a mess. She's not sorry. "Maybe we could grab a bunch of different snacks and hide them away upstairs," she suggests, not because they have to hide anything ay all, but just because it would be fun.
"I only got sick one time," she hisses at him playfully. It had been their first night back, okay, and there had been a block of cheese and flavoured gins and a slab of chocolate and a LOT of ice cream, and yeah, it had been a mess. She's not sorry. "Maybe we could grab a bunch of different snacks and hide them away upstairs," she suggests, not because they have to hide anything ay all, but just because it would be fun.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
