ISLA
"Come now," Isla chides playfully, arching an eyebrow at Remi, "we both know your problem wasn't wooing them - it was following through with whatever was meant to happen afterwards." Heart shaped letters will only get one so far, alas; at least the Bastion had found his way into the right sort of arms in the end. (Even if those arms belong to a man who is as dumb as he is strangely genius at times).
Following his gaze to the Northaven, she can almost sense it as he softens internally, Isla drawing up beside him and giving him a gentle nudge. "If you take that basket of goodies inside, odds are high that he'll be distracted by them and won't notice a damn thing," she points out. "In the meantime, I ought to get myself back home, unless you have any further nautical DIY for us to do together?" She grins up at him.
~fin
Following his gaze to the Northaven, she can almost sense it as he softens internally, Isla drawing up beside him and giving him a gentle nudge. "If you take that basket of goodies inside, odds are high that he'll be distracted by them and won't notice a damn thing," she points out. "In the meantime, I ought to get myself back home, unless you have any further nautical DIY for us to do together?" She grins up at him.
~fin
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
