ISLA
It's strange, the way Varus is both helping and not, and if he's flushing then he's got nothing on the moonlight that silvers Isla's cheeks and trickles down her neck onto her collarbones and chest. The indignant look on her face that's almost a smile shows her deliberation as to whether she believes his story, but then for all his flirtation there's really no way he could have known she was here. So, letting out an entirely unnecessary sigh, she nods to him.
"Hardly owning the sea, come on," she says with a quiet laugh, her blush growing more intense. "I came out here a little while back and I enjoyed it. It's a lot different, to swim when you don't need to breathe." Her voice takes on a faraway quality, a soft smile spreading across her face before she remembers herself. "How is your trip going so far, anyway?" she asks. Lame, Isla. Laaaaame.
"Hardly owning the sea, come on," she says with a quiet laugh, her blush growing more intense. "I came out here a little while back and I enjoyed it. It's a lot different, to swim when you don't need to breathe." Her voice takes on a faraway quality, a soft smile spreading across her face before she remembers herself. "How is your trip going so far, anyway?" she asks. Lame, Isla. Laaaaame.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
