Isla
For a passing few moments the only sound Isla registers is the pant of their combined breath and the thunder of her heart in her ears, the Remedy's fingers affectionately slipping up and through the back of Sunjata's hair as she waits for sense to return. And when it does it's a slow and languid thing, Isla's free hand carefully smoothing out the ruffled feathers of the Flood's wings, her head tilting forward a fraction as if she might rest her cheek against the side of his neck to feel the throb of his pulse.
"Stay," she hears herself saying, clearly meaning their immediate positions; there's something about being so completely blanketed by Sunjata that ticks all the right boxes, and she's loathe to give it up right away. And so instead Isla busies herself in leaving a mark of her own against his throat, humming a note of deep satisfaction despite the bone deep ache in her hips.
"Stay," she hears herself saying, clearly meaning their immediate positions; there's something about being so completely blanketed by Sunjata that ticks all the right boxes, and she's loathe to give it up right away. And so instead Isla busies herself in leaving a mark of her own against his throat, humming a note of deep satisfaction despite the bone deep ache in her hips.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
