Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Raw is accurate in a way that surprises Isla, and she nods in open agreement, still taking in the gilded decorations, the deep, plush reds and the gold accents, the way any and all flesh is on display in some areas where in others, the game is geared more towards subtlety and teasing. Unable to help it, she laughs softly and draws closer to Ever. "And to think just a season ago you and I were in my office in a medical clinic," she says quietly, for his ears only. How quickly things change.
Surprisingly comfortable to be left in the middle of the Dusklight's main floor while the aviator goes to fetch their wine, Isla finds herself picking out differences in the place compared to how Sunjata had chosen to decorate or display certain things in the House of Midnight, though Everest might notice the way she's been staring, in particular, at a couple engaged in a particularly energetic game of Twister in one corner.
"No need to apologise," she assures him - the last thing she'll be doing is thinking of the clutter in the room. A room which doesn't disappoint even if it doesn't magically warp and change as per the brothel in King's End, Isla raising her eyebrows approvingly as she steps inside.
As Ever goes to hang up her jacket and shrug out of his own, though, of course the Remedy has already crossed the room to help him, her hands stroking up the length of his back before taking the coat for him to step out of it. "Will you be sad to leave?" she wonders with a mischievous smile.
Surprisingly comfortable to be left in the middle of the Dusklight's main floor while the aviator goes to fetch their wine, Isla finds herself picking out differences in the place compared to how Sunjata had chosen to decorate or display certain things in the House of Midnight, though Everest might notice the way she's been staring, in particular, at a couple engaged in a particularly energetic game of Twister in one corner.
"No need to apologise," she assures him - the last thing she'll be doing is thinking of the clutter in the room. A room which doesn't disappoint even if it doesn't magically warp and change as per the brothel in King's End, Isla raising her eyebrows approvingly as she steps inside.
As Ever goes to hang up her jacket and shrug out of his own, though, of course the Remedy has already crossed the room to help him, her hands stroking up the length of his back before taking the coat for him to step out of it. "Will you be sad to leave?" she wonders with a mischievous smile.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
