Isla
Time seems to melt by during Longheat in Torchline. The beaming, bright days blur into hot nights until everything is sun-soaked and muddled, and before Isla knows it, she's pregnant. Not that she wasn't before, you understand, but now it's the sort of condition that can't be hidden by a flattering dress or a tote bag; now it's something people notice, something she's had to explain to the medical clinic. It's something that feels increasingly imminent in a way she both is and isn't prepared to face.
It's (naturally) always a low hum in the back of her mind regardless of what she's doing, but as she climbs the steps up to the apartment she shares with Ever - and when were there so many steps and why are they so steep, for that matter? - the arrival of their child isn't what has her attention, despite the small brown envelope she holds in her hand.
"Ever?" Isla calls as she opens the door, brow furrowed, a stray curl slipping from its braid to fall into her face. "Have... did you see the Notice Board? About Stormbreak...?" Either he has and it's already panic stations, or he hasn't and she's about to ruin his day.
It's (naturally) always a low hum in the back of her mind regardless of what she's doing, but as she climbs the steps up to the apartment she shares with Ever - and when were there so many steps and why are they so steep, for that matter? - the arrival of their child isn't what has her attention, despite the small brown envelope she holds in her hand.
"Ever?" Isla calls as she opens the door, brow furrowed, a stray curl slipping from its braid to fall into her face. "Have... did you see the Notice Board? About Stormbreak...?" Either he has and it's already panic stations, or he hasn't and she's about to ruin his day.
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
