oh my goddess

It's a surprise for both of them, just as the heat from the springs is a surprise; the way it envelops her, the way she can feel the steam on every inhale and the way her muscles relax into the scorching stone at their back. Her eyes are still on his scars as Sunjata explains, Isla's fingertips following the pattern of silvery veins that mark the pathway of lightning. It's entrancing in a way she can't describe, especially having seen it before, though as he continues her reverie is broken by an amused chuckle. "The unsaid plan," she drawls, flashing a fanged smirk up towards his face. "Isn't that always the way?" The mention of making glass brings a visceral sort of visual to mind, though, and she scrunches her nose. "Well, I am definitely glad you lived to tell the tale," Isla says, her shoulders slumping a little. "And thank you, Sunjata. For coming up here with me." ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die