Ixidor92
Game master
Sanz smiled and closed his eyes. There was a scent filling the room . . . it smelled like the ambrosia that fed the gods. He leaned forward slightly--when something in his brain kicked on. Perhaps it was that he was no longer half-asleep, or the fact that he had been acting so far out of character that he had been about to--The shock quickly opened Sanz eyes as he pulled himself away from Isolde's face a second before he made contact. His hand let go of hers, there were marks where he had been holding her hand, his grip had tightened from the shock. He took a few deep breaths, cold sweat rolling off Isolde's body.
"I'm--Isolde I--"
Sanz shook his head rapidly
"Isolde, please hit me. Don't hold back."
"I'm--Isolde I--"
Sanz shook his head rapidly
"Isolde, please hit me. Don't hold back."