Isla
"Oh? Are you getting a manicure as well?" Isla asks, gently leaning into him as he catches her before straightening herself up, taking a moment to slip her sandals back onto her feet. "Same, to be honest. Torchline always seemed pretty fighty. And there were enough old ghosts here to fill a powder keg." Taking her mixed metaphors in stride, she follows his gaze to tilt her head back and look into the Hanged Man, smiling softly in agreement.
"I would say so," she agrees, letting her arm lace through his automatically at this point, trying her best to corral her feet into walking straight - though the sand absolutely makes it difficult. "You seemed to have a good night too," she adds, a touch more quietly, her eyes on the street ahead. "I'm happy for you."
"I would say so," she agrees, letting her arm lace through his automatically at this point, trying her best to corral her feet into walking straight - though the sand absolutely makes it difficult. "You seemed to have a good night too," she adds, a touch more quietly, her eyes on the street ahead. "I'm happy for you."
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
