bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar

[Isobell]

bottom of the deep blue sea

His response is one of playful chiding that Isobell would snap sharply at if any other uttered such a thing but from Ivar, it was the way they wove their webs, intricate and tight. The look upon his beautiful is enough for Isobell to forget the rest of the world temporarily. They exist as man and woman, locked in shy gazes, swallowed in the eyes of the other.

There is no fury in her eyes despite the scent of water laden consorts, both dead and alive, crawling over hid brilliant skin. Isobell cared only be be tangled up with him in a seabed of kelp in a few hours after the others had settled in. The children were perfectly capable of finding themselves shelter but Mist would have to be looked after for she was still young and vulnerable. Isobell shivers beneath his touch when he brushes the puckered scales part of her withers with his harsh mouth. It had been a source of so much pain, anger, and love. His mouth held her secrets, commanded her love and devotion, the source of her first death and rebirth.

When the kelpie king snags the skin of her scarring before retreating away so he may gaze upon his dragonborn wife, his look is of genuine happiness. "You're staying?" It is a statement masked by the drawing question. Of course she would stay. She had hardly spent a day in the last few years without Ivar's face floating in the water, his scent upon the breeze, the tug of his heartbeat in her own veins.

The children have been temporarily forgotten as she is locked onto the changed (but familiar) man. He draws back after observing the brood for consideration then continues to speak. The mre listens closely, her brow furrowed slightly, as Ivar explains. "“I intend to make Ischia the ruling kingdom of the west. I can’t help but think Fate might have brought you back to help.” The dark edges of her pretty mouth tug upward as she nods along with the tip-tap of his tongue with each syllable. "Of course, Ivar-my love-whatever you need." The response is quipped, her tone serious as this matter is rather important. If Ivar wanted to build a vast and powerful kingdom, the former Queen of Nerine would gladly help.

Isobell turns her eternal face to Mist, Lothbrok and the twins, jutting her chin to signal them to go. "You'll be safe here...go meet the rest of the residents." The command is given but clothed in velvet. Her attention returns to Ivar fro they had much to discuss.