Isla
"How gracious of you," Isla drawls, more than happy to play along with this charade. Except it isn't really a charade, given Sunjata's considerable (lookin' at you, 46) strength and Isla's small frame. To say that he moves her easily is almost giving it too much credit, not that you would know to look at them, and she sinks into the blankets and pillows as if he's just set her down on a cloud.
There's something wild and fey in her eyes at the weight of his body starting to pin her own - part of her wants to fight and shove against it, but much more of her absolutely loves the feeling. "I think," she whispers back at him, head tilting back a fraction as if to defiantly bare her throat, "I might just take it to my grave." So how about that?
There's something wild and fey in her eyes at the weight of his body starting to pin her own - part of her wants to fight and shove against it, but much more of her absolutely loves the feeling. "I think," she whispers back at him, head tilting back a fraction as if to defiantly bare her throat, "I might just take it to my grave." So how about that?
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
