Isla
Isla has no heartbeat these days but she still swears she feels it flutter in her chest as she settles in beside Varus, her free hand sneaking into his pocket as they stroll away from the Bone Bridge and back towards the ruined streets and the Sanctuary that lays beyond them. "Whenever I need him to be, hm? You know, where I used to be from, they would have called you a bodyguard. I was a duchess, after all." She chuckles.
"Funnily enough, I used to need them. Not as a duchess, but as a field medic. No one wants your doctor to get killed, you know?" It feels a lifetime ago now - and yet it doesn't at the same time. Perhaps one of these days she'd be playing a similar role. Sooner rather than later, if they're especially unlucky. "What part will you play when the war comes?" she wonders, her voice softer.
"Funnily enough, I used to need them. Not as a duchess, but as a field medic. No one wants your doctor to get killed, you know?" It feels a lifetime ago now - and yet it doesn't at the same time. Perhaps one of these days she'd be playing a similar role. Sooner rather than later, if they're especially unlucky. "What part will you play when the war comes?" she wonders, her voice softer.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
