ISLA
"I see, I see. I'll give the houseboat a wide berth towards the end of this season, hm?" Smiling, Isla is busy thinking of Ronin tearing up the beaches or trying to shed his antler velvet on the palm trees when Dahlia's name cuts through her imagined scenarios, and she swallows hard.
"Hopefully she would burn on the surface and die," she murmurs, her voice soft and gentle despite the arguably violent imagery, and she scoots to sit closer to Remi, letting her arm slip through his own. "Though I doubt we'd get that lucky."
Giving his arm a gentle squeeze, Isla tilts her head to rest it against his shoulder. "Have there been any more sightings of her so far?" she asks.
"Hopefully she would burn on the surface and die," she murmurs, her voice soft and gentle despite the arguably violent imagery, and she scoots to sit closer to Remi, letting her arm slip through his own. "Though I doubt we'd get that lucky."
Giving his arm a gentle squeeze, Isla tilts her head to rest it against his shoulder. "Have there been any more sightings of her so far?" she asks.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
