Isla
"Mm, I do," Isla agrees of the time - and while that time is no longer infinite in the way it had been as an Ascended, she's absolutely going to be making the most of every day. Hence, you know, the midnight snacks, the reckless indulgences, the touching. Speaking of which, it's with a peach in hand and one leg still thrown across Sunjata to sit half-astride him that she notices the pink flush beneath the deep ink of his tattoos, Isla bouncing her eyebrows at him playfully.
"Well obviously," she says of the thunder and lightning, because who doesn't want a soundtrack to accompany a good fuck? "Though there's a lot to be said about a good, old fashioned bed," she hazards. "A lot less sand, you know?"
"Well obviously," she says of the thunder and lightning, because who doesn't want a soundtrack to accompany a good fuck? "Though there's a lot to be said about a good, old fashioned bed," she hazards. "A lot less sand, you know?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
