bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

Ivar never seems far away these days but his presence is certainly welcomed. The painted woman takes his embrace and returns with her own, pulling him tightly in a dizzy embrace that was fueled by fermented apples. "Oh Ivar...", she sighs his name dreamily as she closes her silver eyes to enjoy the warmth of his skin and the heavy scent of autumn celebration that surrounded them.

Isobell pulls back to smile up at him with a small lopsided grin. 'I never know other lands had parties!" Isobell whirls upon her hind limbs in a small pirouette as she laughs and laughs and laughs. She nearly loses her footing and falls but catches herself with a small giggle, the flop of her dark forelock falling across her eyes. She peeks up at the (rather handsome) man with a small shy smile. He looks rather lovely in the ruddy moonlight. It was odd how he seemed so appealing lately...though Isobell knows behind those lovely features there was still the same boy she had known all her life yet she does not want to fight her urges. She wants to touch her lips against his skin, to drink in his scent. She want to press her body against his and let the delightful shivers tickle her spine...

She draws a hood pace closer to him, not acting upon those hungry little urges yet though her eyes could perhaps say otherwise, instead Isobell tosses her hair from her eyes with a flick of her delicate head. 'Very much so." Her response is light and airy as it is followed by her smile, full and bright. "And you?" She retorts with her undivided attention given to him.

((sounds good! lol i totally get it.))