Isla
Prim and proper has been a necessity rather than a preference for Isla. And, whilst she's still a duchess at heart and still knows to behave like one... well, cut a girl some slack. It's been years since she was last able to taste a morsel of food or feel the effects of good liquor, let alone to sleep it all off afterwards, and it will take a while for the euphoria of having it all again to die down.
All that is to say that when Sunjata arrives at the bar, it will be to no one's surprise that the Remedy has beaten him there. Barefoot and in a shirt-dress that's open enough at the neck to bare the still-healing necklace of bruises around her throat, she's busy skewering the cherry out of her cocktail and listening with lazy, somewhat predatory intensity to a man attempting to, er, purchase her for the evening.
Isla isn't drunk but she isn't sober either, and while the look she's giving him could easily have come from her as an Ascended, now there's something vaguely threatening about it that completely goes over the guy's head.
All that is to say that when Sunjata arrives at the bar, it will be to no one's surprise that the Remedy has beaten him there. Barefoot and in a shirt-dress that's open enough at the neck to bare the still-healing necklace of bruises around her throat, she's busy skewering the cherry out of her cocktail and listening with lazy, somewhat predatory intensity to a man attempting to, er, purchase her for the evening.
Isla isn't drunk but she isn't sober either, and while the look she's giving him could easily have come from her as an Ascended, now there's something vaguely threatening about it that completely goes over the guy's head.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
