Wallace
The warmth at her side got hotter as Ashley pressed against her more firmly. Her brown eyes narrowed on him. What game is this? Always, she was rebuffed. An annoyance that nobody wanted near. A silvery-sharp tongue that nobody seemed capable of bearing. She was wise enough to see that not everyone was strong enough to withstand her blunt nature and bladed words. Ashley himself seemed to view her as an self-entitled brat.
"Well Hello yourself Wallace," his voice draped over her like a warm blanket, thick and smooth. "Yes, it is much better. Much warmer." Something was amiss, she knew, but she wasn't able to detect what it was. When she thought he would be scolding her for settling in so close to him, invading his personal space and his little moment of peace with her whirlwind ways, he was instead making his own moves. His tail flicked over her rump, then his wing wrapped around her in a breathless cocoon. He should be moving away. Why wasn't he moving away?
"Are you aware that you're sitting on me?" Um, no. Was she aware of anything right at that moment apart from his body heat and his silky voice gliding over her? Her mouth dried and her throat closed. It was just a game, just a stupid game. He was cruel to play this way. Her eyes reflected her inexperience, the stupid, innocent wonder at these new sensations. Think, Wallace.
Sabrael's voice was her savior, dragging her from this consuming stupor back to consciousness. Wicked magician.
What game was this?
"I have lived here since the island opened for us. Where else would I have been?" Hmm..? Oh. Yes, that's right. Elusive Sabrael. Handsome Sabrael. But more importantly, so very intriguing. Always unpredictable to her. Like he slithered under her skin and wedged himself to stay. Another of the magician's games, no doubt. And then her man of mystery simply nodded and took his leave. Even his absence began to eat at her.
She fought the urge to shoot to her feet, glaring at Ashley. Her whole body ached to explore more of this, find out just what these feelings were. But her mind tingled with a...wrongness. The fake of this plastic moment poisoned the fun. She wanted to hum in pleasure and lean in more, drive him away with her attentions. But that didn't seem to be going so well for her thus far, as his rough skin rubbed odd sensation in her coat.
There was a confused hint of fear in her eyes when she forced herself to stand calmly and step back. A sad sort of bitterness snaked in at what the both of them must think of her. As though she was some waif, some floozie out for an easy lay, a warm body. She stared at him. She suddenly didn't want to be here anymore, in this moment, on this goddamned island. They'd all be happier if she left anyway, so long as she stayed gone. Well, that wasn't going to happen. Wallace was here to stay whether they like it or not. But for tonight, at least, they could have their stupid peace.
Take me to the mainland. Bland, even. Emotionless. But not emotionless, no. A hurt level of calculation. Reforming, re-planning. She just needed space, maybe. And with the sand bar gone that previously linked Ischia to the rest of the world, she was forced to request it from him. I need to be away.. Had she thought it, or said it? Hell, who cares. Just get me out of here.
