Isla
"I wonder if there is a spa somewhere on Caido. We could get you a facial," Isla suggests, shading them both under the parasol and gazing around at the sand beneath their feet again for a moment, as if there might be a perfect hidden seashell right there. "I think the seal is better than a fish in some ways. Especially for playing tricks." She winks.
Her amusement fades, however, as Locke explains further about Gideon, Isla tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and shaking her head. "He isn't wrong about that," she mumbles, of the Voice taking someone over, "though if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer we kept that between ourselves for now." It's a difficult situation for all of them to be in, especially the Ascended.
A favour for a favour, then, is a perfect distraction. "Name your price," Isla says with a smile, though it lacks some of the amusement of before.
Her amusement fades, however, as Locke explains further about Gideon, Isla tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and shaking her head. "He isn't wrong about that," she mumbles, of the Voice taking someone over, "though if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer we kept that between ourselves for now." It's a difficult situation for all of them to be in, especially the Ascended.
A favour for a favour, then, is a perfect distraction. "Name your price," Isla says with a smile, though it lacks some of the amusement of before.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
