Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Oh gods, sorry--" Isla is already blushing to see Remi answer the door in a towel, though her feet take her inside the Northaven on autopilot. "I can come back later if-- I mean. I... yes, alright. Thank you, Remi." Offering him a smile that's as apologetic as it is relieved, she leaves him to go and get himself dressed and less straight-out-of-the-shower, Isla running her fingers through her hair that's mostly escaped from its ponytail. Taking it out entirely to leave her curls to tumble messily around her shoulders, she sinks down into a chair and puts her head in her hands.
"Sorry for just barging over here," she says. "I was just... I suppose you heard the broadcast?" She speaks loud enough for her voice to carry through to the little bathroom, the Remedy glancing up to the doorway with her elbows on her knees, waiting for her friend to return. "The Tundra has been taken, and I'm too late to... fuck." On that last curse her voice lowers to something barely above a whisper, as if the full impact of what has happened and what it means has just hit her all over again.
"Sorry for just barging over here," she says. "I was just... I suppose you heard the broadcast?" She speaks loud enough for her voice to carry through to the little bathroom, the Remedy glancing up to the doorway with her elbows on her knees, waiting for her friend to return. "The Tundra has been taken, and I'm too late to... fuck." On that last curse her voice lowers to something barely above a whisper, as if the full impact of what has happened and what it means has just hit her all over again.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
