Isla
"I don't know - you might have had an important meeting or something," Isla protests softly, humming the words out against his throat. Punctuating the bruise she leaves there with a gentle kiss, the Remedy also takes the opportunity to (finally, it feels) relax, sinking into the bed with Sunjata's weight draped across her, his wings warm and soft as they flex against her bare skin.
It's something the Flood will undoubtedly need to get used to, the way Isla's a moth to a heat source these days, but as a self-confessed furnace, he shouldn't find her wandering around at night, at least. "Guarded," she mumbles after a few moments, her head tilting to rest against his own. "That was the word. You're not intimidating, you just keep your walls up. Not that I can blame you."
It's something the Flood will undoubtedly need to get used to, the way Isla's a moth to a heat source these days, but as a self-confessed furnace, he shouldn't find her wandering around at night, at least. "Guarded," she mumbles after a few moments, her head tilting to rest against his own. "That was the word. You're not intimidating, you just keep your walls up. Not that I can blame you."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
