Isla
There's something so strange about being able to project out her voice and have others hear it, Isla touching her fingers to the mask as if that will somehow let her find out how it works. Her expression is nothing short of perplexed, which isn't really the vibe he's asking her to give off, and Isla glances up at his request, eyes crinkling at the corners. I don't think I have ever looked broodingly mysterious, she protests - but if this is the game they are playing - and if it keeps the monsters from the door of his mind - then Isla's in.
However, broodingly mysterious ends up being vaguely pouting and maybe about to sneeze, Isla blinking her expression clear when she's done and tilting her head at him. There. Do you think I'll pass in assassin school? she asks, carefully slipping off the mask. "How did you learn all of this anyway?"
However, broodingly mysterious ends up being vaguely pouting and maybe about to sneeze, Isla blinking her expression clear when she's done and tilting her head at him. There. Do you think I'll pass in assassin school? she asks, carefully slipping off the mask. "How did you learn all of this anyway?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
