Isla
The sun is a bloody coin in the sky by the time Isla emerges from the clinic, sinking slowly towards the horizon. She locks up silently, spends a second or two taking deep breaths against the closed door, then peels herself away so she can head up the steps to the apartment. It's both a blessing and a curse to have the place so close, in truth - it means she's instantly available for any emergencies, but it also means she never really knows how to switch off. Still, it's as close as she's about to get tonight, and she clicks open the door with a soft call of hello to Ever.
As promised, she's clean and in a change of clothes as she steps in; a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, but it's all that she had tucked away in the clinic. "Everyone lived," she announces with no shortage of relief, smiling tiredly and clicking the door shut behind her. "They started to get real rowdy when they were feeling better, though. Safe to say no one knows who caused the flooding of the tunnels, still. But gods, enough of that for one night, right?"
Taking her hair own from the bun, she spots the red wine and lets her shoulders slump in relief. "You are perfect, Everest Hart," she announces.
As promised, she's clean and in a change of clothes as she steps in; a white blouse and a black pencil skirt, but it's all that she had tucked away in the clinic. "Everyone lived," she announces with no shortage of relief, smiling tiredly and clicking the door shut behind her. "They started to get real rowdy when they were feeling better, though. Safe to say no one knows who caused the flooding of the tunnels, still. But gods, enough of that for one night, right?"
Taking her hair own from the bun, she spots the red wine and lets her shoulders slump in relief. "You are perfect, Everest Hart," she announces.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
