Isla
Isla does indeed meet Ever outside the changing rooms when she's ready, having showered (properly, this time) and fixed her make up and used her fire to keep her warm and dry until she's content that she doesn't look very recently fucked, even if she very much feels it. Regardless, it's a strange yet exhilarating stroll to the White Hart, the Remedy tucked beneath Ever's arm as if to leech the warmth from his side as well as to share her own, her cheeks pink with more than just the cold.
"Have you ever been up close to a luxere?" she asks him softly as they enter the tavern, the question spurred by the antlers they need to push against to open the doors. "They enjoy singing, I think. Unfortunately my singing voice leaves much to be desired." Laughing and straightening away from him at last, she glances appreciatively around at the building before her eyes land back on Ever.
"Shall we get a drink to take up to the room with us?"
"Have you ever been up close to a luxere?" she asks him softly as they enter the tavern, the question spurred by the antlers they need to push against to open the doors. "They enjoy singing, I think. Unfortunately my singing voice leaves much to be desired." Laughing and straightening away from him at last, she glances appreciatively around at the building before her eyes land back on Ever.
"Shall we get a drink to take up to the room with us?"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
