Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
"Remi!" Isla trills to the Bastion as he comes into view, her arms thrown around him to hug him close. "Every time I looked for you, your husband appeared to be asking for another dance," she informs him, despite knowing that her own social life has been surprisingly busy on this occasion. Regardless, now that he's found her unoccupied she has no intention of being distracted elsewhere, giving him a squeeze before stepping back enough to admire his suit.
"Ronin dressed you, didn't he?" she says through a slight whisper, her smile mischievous and conspiratory. Taking a second to smooth out his lapels and adjust the luxere fluff over his heart, she resists the urge to pinch his cheeks in delight (alright, she's had a few to drink by now) and gestures instead for the dancefloor as if to ask if he'd like to go for a spin, as it were.
"Ronin dressed you, didn't he?" she says through a slight whisper, her smile mischievous and conspiratory. Taking a second to smooth out his lapels and adjust the luxere fluff over his heart, she resists the urge to pinch his cheeks in delight (alright, she's had a few to drink by now) and gestures instead for the dancefloor as if to ask if he'd like to go for a spin, as it were.
darkness always finds you either way
