Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Mm, even the architecture is different," Isla says with a mild nod. In the Hollowed Grounds of old, even the Last Whisper itself hadn't existed - or if it had, it was some underground ruin, not this twinkling corridor of businesses and people nestled below street level. Drawn in by the Dusklight in particular as it comes into view, all red brick and crimson lanterns (and an ice sculpture of what she thinks is a naked woman outside), the Remedy smiles to Ever as he gets the door for her.
"I haven't," she confirms. "It has a much different feel to the House of Midnight." No less decadent for its aesthetic, but feeling somehow more devilish for it. Blinking a few times to get used to the change in lighting and already beginning to unbutton her coat, Isla considers Ever's offer (lingering, in particular, on the ellipsis at the end of his sentence).
"Perhaps we could get some wine to take with us," she suggests. "And thank you very much." Slipping off her gloves and scarf and shrugging out of her coat, the Remedy at least matches the decor in her wine red dress, and she smiles openly up at the aviator. "Lead the way."
"I haven't," she confirms. "It has a much different feel to the House of Midnight." No less decadent for its aesthetic, but feeling somehow more devilish for it. Blinking a few times to get used to the change in lighting and already beginning to unbutton her coat, Isla considers Ever's offer (lingering, in particular, on the ellipsis at the end of his sentence).
"Perhaps we could get some wine to take with us," she suggests. "And thank you very much." Slipping off her gloves and scarf and shrugging out of her coat, the Remedy at least matches the decor in her wine red dress, and she smiles openly up at the aviator. "Lead the way."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
