ISLA
Isla isn't a cackler, as a rule, but there's a definite note of smug affection rolling off her as she splashes away. She's not a swimmer usually, either, but being an Ascended makes up for a lot of that. Naturally faster under the milk white moonlight and with no need to breathe, she cuts through the water with barely a ripple. But glancing over her shoulder to look for Varus proves to be a mistake, because he's quite simply gone. Her smile falters, and she wonders whether he's accidentally sunk to the bottom of the pool under the weight of his arm.
Then he grabs her hip.
Her scream is a bright, high thing that rings out into the night before cutting off entirely as she's dragged under the water. Isla has kicked out before she can fully realise that it's only Varus, and she has no idea whether her foot will make contact with his face any part of him or not. Still, when it becomes obvious that she isn't about to be dragged to the bottom of the Oasis, she swats at him again (but this time it's playful, ok?)
Then he grabs her hip.
Her scream is a bright, high thing that rings out into the night before cutting off entirely as she's dragged under the water. Isla has kicked out before she can fully realise that it's only Varus, and she has no idea whether her foot will make contact with his face any part of him or not. Still, when it becomes obvious that she isn't about to be dragged to the bottom of the Oasis, she swats at him again (but this time it's playful, ok?)
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
