Isla
"You do? A budding medic, are we?" Isla raises her eyebrows to him, and the flash of her fanged teeth is suddenly questioning. "Or are there more injuries tucked away under that impeccable suit?" Somehow she doubts either of those are the answer, and part of her wonders if she wants to know the truth - and yet, here they are regardless, and as he lends her the lead the music conveniently picks up, allowing Isla to spin into something more befitting a swing dance than ballroom.
"Ah, the Dusklight, that's right. Perhaps I'll stop by to see you there. The Last Whisper didn't exist in my Hollowed Grounds, so all of that is quite new," she says. "I meant to say, by the way - I hope you don't take it as a slight, that I didn't wear your dress tonight." The seafoam garment is indeed very lovely, but somehow a Midwinter Ball seemed to call for something a touch more dramatic.
"You'll be sure to see it at the Hanged Man's reopening."
"Ah, the Dusklight, that's right. Perhaps I'll stop by to see you there. The Last Whisper didn't exist in my Hollowed Grounds, so all of that is quite new," she says. "I meant to say, by the way - I hope you don't take it as a slight, that I didn't wear your dress tonight." The seafoam garment is indeed very lovely, but somehow a Midwinter Ball seemed to call for something a touch more dramatic.
"You'll be sure to see it at the Hanged Man's reopening."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
