oh my goddess

Mostly submerged in the water, Isla has to remind herself that she does, in fact, need to breathe again now, though her lungs are burning by the time she submits to their demands, too busy listening to Sunjata (and enjoying even that sensation). "They sound like they've got your best interests at heart," she murmurs with a smile. "I'm glad, especially after everything with the war." It seems as though they are always changing and evolving into something new, as evidenced by the way Isla prowls through the water, only eyes and topaz horns visible above the surface, to settle beside him. "I remember hearing about a lightning strike, but that was before we met. I do remember the drugging, though." Offering him an apologetic smile - she recalls very easily the delirious night he spent in her office, once - Isla reaches out to trace one of his silvery scars with her finger. "What happened?" ISLA when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die