ISLA
Peeling herself away from Ever with reluctance, not just out of love but also because of the uneasy feeling that something cold and violet and other might course through her at any moment, when she also feels the shift in the air around them, she assumes, naturally that Vox has arrived. So at the sound of a scuffle, at the sound of her name, she whips around in surprise, in time to see a bouquet of flowers whump to the ground and Remi to brutishly grapple her boyfriend with, let's be honest, at least two more tentacles than is necessary given the power difference.
"Remi-- what?" Isla blurts, rushing back across the sand and halting with the bouquet at her feet, a large and beautiful lily sitting as a centrepiece to the flowers. Something like hope jumps into the back of her throat, only for it to wither and recoil at the horror and panic in Ever's voice. "I would never," she tells him with a soft shake of her head. Never trick you, never plan this, never walk you into a trap.
Never cure you, though? They both know that isn't true.
"Ever... I'm a doctor," she whispers, wiping at the tears already streaming down her cheeks. "And you aren't well. And this will..." Well, it won't make him better. They already know that much, but she's already leaning down to lift the lily from the bouquet. "There are other ways to help you that aren't the void, I swear." Quite why she's trying to reason with him now when she'd known it was futile only minutes ago is quite beyond her, but gods, she's never seen him so suddenly desperate.
"I'm going to make this better without you needing to be infected," she whispers. "I really hope you believe me... and that you forgive me." Holding her breath and turning away, she thrusts out the lily towards the aviator, thoroughly dousing him in its pollen - and potentially ruining things between them forever.
"Remi-- what?" Isla blurts, rushing back across the sand and halting with the bouquet at her feet, a large and beautiful lily sitting as a centrepiece to the flowers. Something like hope jumps into the back of her throat, only for it to wither and recoil at the horror and panic in Ever's voice. "I would never," she tells him with a soft shake of her head. Never trick you, never plan this, never walk you into a trap.
Never cure you, though? They both know that isn't true.
"Ever... I'm a doctor," she whispers, wiping at the tears already streaming down her cheeks. "And you aren't well. And this will..." Well, it won't make him better. They already know that much, but she's already leaning down to lift the lily from the bouquet. "There are other ways to help you that aren't the void, I swear." Quite why she's trying to reason with him now when she'd known it was futile only minutes ago is quite beyond her, but gods, she's never seen him so suddenly desperate.
"I'm going to make this better without you needing to be infected," she whispers. "I really hope you believe me... and that you forgive me." Holding her breath and turning away, she thrusts out the lily towards the aviator, thoroughly dousing him in its pollen - and potentially ruining things between them forever.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
