oh my goddess

It's been a long, long time since Isla's mind has been so silent, since her lungs have burned and her body has been so in tune with the one blanketing her own. She keeps waiting to go numb again, as is usually the case once they cross this threshold, but instead there's just the quiet panting of their breath, the haze of steam from the hotsprings and the thunder of her own heartbeat in her ears. And it's almost enough to have her eyes stinging - something that luckily doesn't happen, because gods she doesn't want to do that to Sunjata. He isn't the only one at a loss for words, but Isla has felt comfortable in the Flood's presence, quiet or otherwise, for a long time before now. Gently and carefully she lets herself relax against the stone, her legs still hooked loosely around him, her hands coming up to glide through the salt and pepper of his hair. Cupping his cheeks, she draws him down into a slow, soft kiss, one that's completely at odds with everything that just took place and the marks it will leave on her skin. "Are you alright?" she asks eventually, despite being the one infinitely more likely to wake up with bruises tomorrow. ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die