Isla
Isla does not look nearly as put together or casually domestic as Varus. She has just said a tearful goodbye to Remi on the doorstep, the medic still red-eyed and stained with soot and dirt from her escapades with the infirmary. But she can't avoid this - she can only hope that the man behind the green door can forgive her for being such an idiot. So with a deep breath that is entirely all for show, she carefully unlocks the door and walks inside--
Only to find it looking very homely indeed. There's no sign of Varus, but there is the sound of hammering, and so Isla shuffles towards it automatically only to find him apparently altering her spare room. "...Cal?" she asks slowly, wondering if he's even likely to hear her over the sound of DIY. "Is everything okay?"
Only to find it looking very homely indeed. There's no sign of Varus, but there is the sound of hammering, and so Isla shuffles towards it automatically only to find him apparently altering her spare room. "...Cal?" she asks slowly, wondering if he's even likely to hear her over the sound of DIY. "Is everything okay?"
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
