when you're in a hurricane

ISLA

"I can tell," Isla says, her words a whisper meant only for Ever, and though she doesn't touch him directly, she does sidle in front of him ever so slightly, as if to ensure that anyone walking past isn't immediately drawn to the clear signs of his arousal south of his waist. Still, his next comment has her rethinking matters - the last thing Isla wants to do is accidentally stomp all over his boundaries, and she glances back to take his hand, as if to lead him on to the next stall after all.

But his eyes are elsewhere, and as the Remedy follows his gaze she spots the clothing rack - and the heavy, curtained off changing area - she immediately understands where his mind is going. Biting back the sudden smirk that wants to bloom across her face (and the urge to raise her eyebrows comically at the aviator), instead she gives his hand a gentle squeeze and a subtle nod, meandering them towards the stall.

Isla is a very competent liar, though she normally only uses her powers for good. Today, though, it's selfish desire that has her selecting something strappy and complicated looking, and she even has the audacity to murmur to the stall owner about Everest coming to assist her with putting it on before heading to the thick curtains, drawing them back and stepping inside.

apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood