Isla
It's very badly hidden, it's true, and by the time Sunjata's hand comes to glide along her bare thigh, Isla doubts he cares either. "Blankets, pillows, less sand, and a modicum of privacy, if that's what you're into," she agrees, flashing him a fanged smile and shifting into the perfect fit of his hand, still loosely holding the peach to her lips even if she's long forgotten what she was going to do with it.
"I wonder if Frey will take that into account," she wonders distractedly, her free hand reaching out to carefully trace along the slope of his shoulder, just dancing shy of where his wing stretches out across the bed. "What if I just want to feel furs on my bare skin, or to have the taste of strawberries, or whatever? Or is that too small scale?"
"I wonder if Frey will take that into account," she wonders distractedly, her free hand reaching out to carefully trace along the slope of his shoulder, just dancing shy of where his wing stretches out across the bed. "What if I just want to feel furs on my bare skin, or to have the taste of strawberries, or whatever? Or is that too small scale?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
