Isla
Having been enjoying her glass of wine and people watching with ease, Isla has almost allowed herself to imagine that she isn't in the Temple at all. The decorations make it seem like a different space entirely, and she doesn't immediately recognise any of the people present as being there when she'd been in charge - Sunjata notwithstanding, of course, but he doesn't count. Indeed, by the time she hears the soft click of a cane over the music, her glass is almost empty and she's about as ease as she's going to get for the night.
"Good evening, Astaroth," she murmurs, inclining her head to him before glancing back out towards the dance floor. It has been an age since she danced - and longer still since anyone asked, and her fanged smile is one of delight. "It would be my pleasure," she nods, setting her glass down and gesturing for him to lead the way.
"Good evening, Astaroth," she murmurs, inclining her head to him before glancing back out towards the dance floor. It has been an age since she danced - and longer still since anyone asked, and her fanged smile is one of delight. "It would be my pleasure," she nods, setting her glass down and gesturing for him to lead the way.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
