Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
The broadcast comes just as the sun dips below the line of the sea, and Isla is already out of her apartment and hurrying down the steps of Haulani's floating city towards the beach. She'd thought they'd have time, damn it, but with Halo's Tundra seized by the void, gods, suddenly she can barely breathe for the way the past few days have slipped through her fingers like the sand she kicks up as she runs.
The Northaven isn't far, and the lights are on in the little boat, so she can only hope that Remi is at home - and if he isn't, that Ronin is able to bring him swiftly to her. Not that she doesn't trust the Knight with all she has to say, it's just that sometimes one really needs to speak to a friend. To a best friend. And with the history she and Remi share flecked behind them like blood dripping from a wound that won't heal, gods,s he just needs to speak to him.
Hurrying onto the little dock, Isla knocks at the door to the Northaven with enough urgency to almost have it rattling in its hinges. "Remi?" she calls, both hoping and not that she doesn't sound as upset as she feels. "Remi, are you at home please?"
The Northaven isn't far, and the lights are on in the little boat, so she can only hope that Remi is at home - and if he isn't, that Ronin is able to bring him swiftly to her. Not that she doesn't trust the Knight with all she has to say, it's just that sometimes one really needs to speak to a friend. To a best friend. And with the history she and Remi share flecked behind them like blood dripping from a wound that won't heal, gods,s he just needs to speak to him.
Hurrying onto the little dock, Isla knocks at the door to the Northaven with enough urgency to almost have it rattling in its hinges. "Remi?" she calls, both hoping and not that she doesn't sound as upset as she feels. "Remi, are you at home please?"
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
