Isla
"I just really needed to get away," Isla is saying as they walk towards the House of Midnight, the Remedy shifting her overnight bag on her shoulder and smiling up at Ever. She should be telling him about everything Remi had said. They should be making a decision about the infection still flooding his veins, about the possibility of someone stealing him away under the guise of a cure, when in reality it's just to test the new properties of Halo's healing springs. And yet as soon as she'd seen the aviator, she'd made an executive decision that the two of them are in need of a vacation, and now here they are in King's End.
"I hope you don't mind," she adds, a touch sheepishly; it isn't often, after all, that Isla is insistent on something, not unless her bloodlust is running close to the surface, but this really couldn't wait. "We don't even need to take advantage of the whole... well, of how the rooms work here. I just wanted a change of scenery." Somehow, though, she's under the impression that Ever might have other ideas.
"I hope you don't mind," she adds, a touch sheepishly; it isn't often, after all, that Isla is insistent on something, not unless her bloodlust is running close to the surface, but this really couldn't wait. "We don't even need to take advantage of the whole... well, of how the rooms work here. I just wanted a change of scenery." Somehow, though, she's under the impression that Ever might have other ideas.
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
