bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

Isobell

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

She grows impatient with his questions, not one to play coy nor feel the need to entertain him for the sake of playful banter. He would know she was never one fake such stupidity like the little women that entertained him in her absence.  She knows what she wants despite it being her own desire or one driven by feral savagery that she craved to invoke upon his stained skin. A low growl curls from between her lips but once again, the feeling of his body tight against her smaller one is enough to sate the sickness that threatened her with madness if he should try to elude her.

Isobell presses against him, a small nudge towards the waters as if she can almost read his mind. The sound of his heartbeat is enough to drive her mad with the fever of her need but she bites back at it though still attempting to guide the man to the ocean waters. She needed the water, she needed him. "Ivar...please." Her expression is a mixture of bated exasperation and irritation. Isobell does not understand what has taken control but she is willfully powerless against the kelpie nature of her beast.

The painted woman presses her face into the length of his knotted mane and inhales the scent of the ocean, the skin of other women, but she doesn't care for the fact that he was within her grasp was satisfying enough. The silver eyes close as she remains quiet for a few moments, slowly rubbing against his skin before pulling back and looking to meet his eyes. "Swim with me, please?" Isobell begs him in the softest and rather pleaading (to her at least) way, pewter eyes are big and round as she searches his, a silver flame has ignited deep in those eyes as she hungers for his flesh. Isobell nearly believes if he refuses her that the kelpie beast within her would shatter any resolve that she so desperately clung to. "Ivar, I know you would never be mine but let us just have this. Let us just have what we can." She admits the folly of a monogamous situation and recognizes with fierce acknowledgement of his harem. She does not give a fig about them. Let him have them but right now, in this moment on a jagged shore with salt breeze tangling their tails together, he is hers and she is his...if he would let them.