ISLA
"I don't think Flora owns any sweaters, given that she lives in Torchline," Isla points out with a smirk, taking a sip of her mimosa and dropping the last cherry in Remi's drink since he refused to take it from her. She and the Doubletake are a similar size though, as it happens, but the point still stands. "You could always bring down one of Ronin's from the Cordillera." Ronin's because if she wears a sweater from Remi, the Nova is likely to lose his fucking mind about it.
Raising her glass in a gentle cheers, all is clearly forgiven. "I'm honoured to be your very first Ancient friend," Isla adds, her spaded tail swishing lazily with amusement. "And you've already seen me right after a bloodlust, so there shouldn't be any surprises." Hopefully, anyway, unless there's a sudden blizzard in Torchline and she turns to stone.
Tilting her head with unhidden interest, Isla's expression is very much the fuck around and find out sort. "That would be another first for me," she says, as if they needed any more reason to do it.
Raising her glass in a gentle cheers, all is clearly forgiven. "I'm honoured to be your very first Ancient friend," Isla adds, her spaded tail swishing lazily with amusement. "And you've already seen me right after a bloodlust, so there shouldn't be any surprises." Hopefully, anyway, unless there's a sudden blizzard in Torchline and she turns to stone.
Tilting her head with unhidden interest, Isla's expression is very much the fuck around and find out sort. "That would be another first for me," she says, as if they needed any more reason to do it.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
