Isla
"I am starting to worry what sort of dates you have been on," Isla admits with a soft chuckle, her spirits lifting however briefly. It makes sense, what he says and why he says it, and Isla forces herself out of the mire of emotion that she's found herself wading in to nod at him. "I'd never want you to feel as though you needed to pretend to be someone else. I like to think I'd be able to tell, at this point, anyway." With a softer sigh, she peers up at him to watch the clasp of her fingers against his lips.
"It's not so much that you should or shouldn't have done anything," she admits. "I suppose I just... I've not been able to feel like that for years. And with you, it was..." Well, he knows exactly how it was. "Maybe it's just an old hangup from being a duchess, not wanting to kiss and tell." Isla relaxes somewhat, then, as if able to find the truth of it, at least in part.
Still, wonderful as his compliments are, Isla can only shrug and offer him a wry smile. "Well," she says, "I'm more Ascended than anything now, aren't I?"
"It's not so much that you should or shouldn't have done anything," she admits. "I suppose I just... I've not been able to feel like that for years. And with you, it was..." Well, he knows exactly how it was. "Maybe it's just an old hangup from being a duchess, not wanting to kiss and tell." Isla relaxes somewhat, then, as if able to find the truth of it, at least in part.
Still, wonderful as his compliments are, Isla can only shrug and offer him a wry smile. "Well," she says, "I'm more Ascended than anything now, aren't I?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
