ISLA
Her free arm drapes over him as he nestles in close, teasing through the back of hair that is quickly growing longer, she's noticed. The other settles the book between them enough that Varus will be able to see if he wants to, but it's not necessary for the reading. "Mm, I think a nice twisted ankle should be on the cards for your next injury, if you'd be so kind," she teases. "I need to practice treating sprains - it's been a while."
Isla doesn't take the bait - and she doubts he'll be surprised by that - so when he opens one eye to peep up at her, it will be to find the medic flashing him a shit eating grin. "I know you can multitask. But you can't invent more hours in the day," she remarks, her fingers dancing down over the back of his neck. "This story is about a mad doctor who drilled holes into people's skulls to let demonic spirits take hold of them." Her tone is cheerful and excited. "I wonder whether the medical practice will be accurate."
Isla doesn't take the bait - and she doubts he'll be surprised by that - so when he opens one eye to peep up at her, it will be to find the medic flashing him a shit eating grin. "I know you can multitask. But you can't invent more hours in the day," she remarks, her fingers dancing down over the back of his neck. "This story is about a mad doctor who drilled holes into people's skulls to let demonic spirits take hold of them." Her tone is cheerful and excited. "I wonder whether the medical practice will be accurate."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
