Isla
"And if your hints weren't enough, I'm sure I could have persuaded them that you were busy," Isla agrees with a fanged smile, absently letting her fingers tease through the back of his short crop of hair. Gods help anyone who had considered that Sunjata might need to be doing more important things than Isla, put it that way.
As the conversation slants towards something a little more serious, she is all but prepared for the metaphorical shutters to come clanking down around Sunjata, her touch trickling down the back of his neck and between his wings now. "It isn't necessarily a bad thing," she murmurs. "It just might explain why you think people are trying to stay out of your way."
With a soft smile, she drops a kiss against his hair. "I wasn't done, either," she remarks. "You might be guarded, but you're also very humble, and I happen to think you've got a bit of a gentle soul in there."
As the conversation slants towards something a little more serious, she is all but prepared for the metaphorical shutters to come clanking down around Sunjata, her touch trickling down the back of his neck and between his wings now. "It isn't necessarily a bad thing," she murmurs. "It just might explain why you think people are trying to stay out of your way."
With a soft smile, she drops a kiss against his hair. "I wasn't done, either," she remarks. "You might be guarded, but you're also very humble, and I happen to think you've got a bit of a gentle soul in there."
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
