Isla
It hasn't occurred to Isla until she starts getting ready that this might actually be a date. It's only when she slips into her gown (and what a strange thing to be wearing, let alone where she might have gotten it from) and begins to pin up her curls that she considers it. And that causes butterflies to take off in her stomach in a way that, while not unpleasant, is certainly unwelcome when she considers her best friend.
She's just swiped a bit of silvery shimmer and kohl on her eyelids in the Hollowed Grounds's equivalent of makeup, and slipped into heels that she's not worn in years, when Remi taps at her door. Unlike the Lullaby, though, Isla has been brought up a duchess, and so as she opens the door to greet him it's with an elegance that suggests she ought to be wearing more than a midnight blue gown with some modest kitten heels.
To see him in a suit, though? A delighted, fanged grin spreads across her face, and she steps out to fuss over him and admire the effort put in. "You look very handsome," she informs him with a mischievous wink. "Do I need to bring anyhting? To map the stars?"
She's just swiped a bit of silvery shimmer and kohl on her eyelids in the Hollowed Grounds's equivalent of makeup, and slipped into heels that she's not worn in years, when Remi taps at her door. Unlike the Lullaby, though, Isla has been brought up a duchess, and so as she opens the door to greet him it's with an elegance that suggests she ought to be wearing more than a midnight blue gown with some modest kitten heels.
To see him in a suit, though? A delighted, fanged grin spreads across her face, and she steps out to fuss over him and admire the effort put in. "You look very handsome," she informs him with a mischievous wink. "Do I need to bring anyhting? To map the stars?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
