Isla
"Well maybe I did," Isla admits, having scooped herself to sit up on a counter next to the crate while Sunjata adds what he wants. "But I meant keep like... in our mouths. For tonight." Rolling a peach in her hands, she sinks her teeth into it and hums a response around his comment, raising her eyebrows. "Mm, no I didn't," she says, wiping at the juice that tries to run down her chin.
"I haven't decided on my favourite yet," she says, tilting her head at the peach. "I quite like cherries and peaches. I used to like grapes, but I'm not so sure any more..." Fully aware that she's rambling, Isla silences herself with another bite of the fruit. "What's yours?" she asks once her mouth isn't full, pulling apart some of the peach to dunk it in the cream.
"I haven't decided on my favourite yet," she says, tilting her head at the peach. "I quite like cherries and peaches. I used to like grapes, but I'm not so sure any more..." Fully aware that she's rambling, Isla silences herself with another bite of the fruit. "What's yours?" she asks once her mouth isn't full, pulling apart some of the peach to dunk it in the cream.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
