Soliloquy had never been fully aware of the discontent that Scorpion somehow caused Isolde to feel. Yes she was clearly somewhat uncomfortable around him, though such feelings were ignored to some extent by the white Destruction, he simply couldn't understand why she would feel nervous in any way around him. Scorpion was his brother and easily the member of his family he was closest to, the man had helped to raise him and mould him into the figure he was today. If Isolde could adore Soliloquy so much, how on earth could could she feel so fearful around Scorpion? Soliloquy liked to think there were far more similarities than differences between the two brothers.
The changes had not only caused Soliloquy to be more attentive to Isolde, but it seemed that the russet girl craved such activities more and more as well. Honestly there was little opportunity to grow bored or search elsewhere these days and whilst ultimately he wished for more women of his own, for now he would continue to please both Isolde and himself with little other thoughts.
She would stir with no trouble, right away returning his nuzzles as she greeted him. "Good morning beautiful." He responded, though still continuing with his affections, her own swiftly grew in intensity and his would rise to match. It'd be useless to question what she wished to do today, he had a rather good idea of what the pair of them needed. Despite that though he would continue to lie at her side for now, pressing back into her side and continuing his loving touches until her demands and pleas for more would sound.
