She loves this. Iris has lived a thousand years - more or less - without ever having a person she could trust this way. To just let go and know she'll be caught. She rests in his arms, almost limp, and smiles up into his eyes.
"Wildthyme's Law, Rule Number One: Hibiscus goes with everything. Bloody 'ell, this 'as been a long couple of weeks."
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Date: 2016-08-01 08:01 pm (UTC)"Wildthyme's Law, Rule Number One: Hibiscus goes with everything. Bloody 'ell, this 'as been a long couple of weeks."