Isla
Humming against Sunjata's lips at the feel of a grip that suddenly seems possessive, Isla can't help but smile, gasping an eager snatch of breath in the fraction of space between them as he shifts his position. Her fingers softly trace the spiderweb of lightning scars on his bare chest, her other hand slipping up and through his salt and pepper hair. "Not even an inkling," she says through a soft laugh that Sunjata will be able to feel against his lips.
"But I would add impatient to the description, come to think of it." Raising her eyebrows right back at him, the Remedy is under no illusion that she's teasing Frey's demigod of all people. But Frey's demigod also happens to be Sunjata Wrenzaok; toss in the fact that she's still pretty much a slave to her impulses, and here they fucking are. Or here they are, fucking. Yeah, that's probably more accurate.
"But I would add impatient to the description, come to think of it." Raising her eyebrows right back at him, the Remedy is under no illusion that she's teasing Frey's demigod of all people. But Frey's demigod also happens to be Sunjata Wrenzaok; toss in the fact that she's still pretty much a slave to her impulses, and here they fucking are. Or here they are, fucking. Yeah, that's probably more accurate.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
