ISLA
Luckily for the Bastion, Isla isn't actually at home to have been able to see the footsteps moving beneath her front door, or hear the strange mutterings that make only a fraction of sense. Having taken the day off to gather fresh supplies for her clinic, once she'd brought them back and safely packed them away, she'd done what any reasonable Torcher does when they have time to kill on a Longheat afternoon.
She'd gone to the beach.
Suspiciously free of tanlines as she heads up the steps to her apartment, it's with a large, floppy sunhat to protect her from burning and a soft blue shawl tied around her waist to act as a skirt over the top of her bikini that she spots the Taliesin pacing ouside her door. Lowering her sunglasses, the Remedy watches for an amused few seconds before she quietly clears her throat, adjusting her beach bag on her shoulder.
"Should I be worried about something, Remi?" she asks, trying and failing to stop the smile from creeping across her face.
She'd gone to the beach.
Suspiciously free of tanlines as she heads up the steps to her apartment, it's with a large, floppy sunhat to protect her from burning and a soft blue shawl tied around her waist to act as a skirt over the top of her bikini that she spots the Taliesin pacing ouside her door. Lowering her sunglasses, the Remedy watches for an amused few seconds before she quietly clears her throat, adjusting her beach bag on her shoulder.
"Should I be worried about something, Remi?" she asks, trying and failing to stop the smile from creeping across her face.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
