Isla
NO HEARTBREAK ALLOWED - that's what the sign says. And Isla has always more or less been a follower of the rules. When it suits her anyway, and tonight it absolutely does.
Stepping into the Hanged Man with her golden hair left to tumble in loose curls around her shoulders, wearing a white bikini and a pastel pink wraparound skirt that suggests she's just come from the beach (she has), only the shimmer of glitter on the tops of her shoulders and her décolletage and the carefully applied makeup suggests further preparation.
Beaming to Flora and raising her hand in a wave, her gaze dances across those she knows - Melita, Dantalion, Astaroth, Maea (the latter three seeming in conversation, and so she opts not to interrupt), the Remedy reaches out to grab a margarita from a server with a tray, thanking them quietly. Mateo is difficult to miss, but whilst she'd like to snag him in a quieter moment to ask about Everest, that moment absolutely doesn't seem to be now.
And so, leaving the revelry to continue and taking a healthy sip of her drink, Isla takes herself off to a table to relax and people watch as party-goers continue to filter in.
Stepping into the Hanged Man with her golden hair left to tumble in loose curls around her shoulders, wearing a white bikini and a pastel pink wraparound skirt that suggests she's just come from the beach (she has), only the shimmer of glitter on the tops of her shoulders and her décolletage and the carefully applied makeup suggests further preparation.
Beaming to Flora and raising her hand in a wave, her gaze dances across those she knows - Melita, Dantalion, Astaroth, Maea (the latter three seeming in conversation, and so she opts not to interrupt), the Remedy reaches out to grab a margarita from a server with a tray, thanking them quietly. Mateo is difficult to miss, but whilst she'd like to snag him in a quieter moment to ask about Everest, that moment absolutely doesn't seem to be now.
And so, leaving the revelry to continue and taking a healthy sip of her drink, Isla takes herself off to a table to relax and people watch as party-goers continue to filter in.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
