Isla
The weight of him against her has no right to feel as good as it does, Isla smiling despite herself and letting her fingers smooth through his hair and trickle down his back. He grasps her closer, though, and the Remedy finds herself holding him tight in return, as if it's a substitute for the things they can't and won't say. And she can feel that he's about a thousand miles from sleep, and it's a hard won thing for Sunjata at the best of times.
"Do you know how to play sand darts?" she asks softly, her voice a mere breath away from a whisper; prior to being an Ancient, Isla spent every night like this with the Flood, after all. She's no stranger to fairytales, to anecdotes - anything to start stitching the mind back together, to reassure that everything is okay. "Cal and I played it once, when we came to Torchline. He kicked my ass, but I'm still sure he cheated." And talking about him almost punches a hole through her chest, but forgetting would be worse.
"Do you know how to play sand darts?" she asks softly, her voice a mere breath away from a whisper; prior to being an Ancient, Isla spent every night like this with the Flood, after all. She's no stranger to fairytales, to anecdotes - anything to start stitching the mind back together, to reassure that everything is okay. "Cal and I played it once, when we came to Torchline. He kicked my ass, but I'm still sure he cheated." And talking about him almost punches a hole through her chest, but forgetting would be worse.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
