[SE] what else can we do

"Mm, maybe I can even hear you sing with it," Isla suggests with a wicked laugh against his neck, pressing kisses up and along his jawline, intending to cover his face in them before they're through. "I'm the Overseer of the Grounds, so I could absolutely proclaim to live here," she informs him with all the haughty confidence of a former duchess, even though they both know she'd absolutely never do that to their fellow Ascended. But she will let herself be selfish for a little longer, Isla smiling wolfishly through a kiss to the corner of Varus's mouth. "No," she whispers. "In fact I'd say it's a very good thing." Indeed, as she melts back against his lips, his touch and anything else the room wants to add, matters of war and politics (and the still open door) rapidly become very, very unimportant. ~FIN ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die