we're always running scared but holding knives
Isla is shopping, too.
Granted, it isn't for anything so luxurious, but given that she's officially put down roots in Torchline now, has a working clinic and an actual apartment above it, it's about time her wardrobe got something of an upgrade. Nevertheless, she's just come from a shift at said clinic, her hair pinned back out of her face and her attire sensible (read: she could do surgery in it), which makes her choice of garments all the more jarring.
Holding up a dress fashioned mostly out of lace and admiring its halter neck and flowing skirts, she seeks out a mirror in the stall to hold it up against her figure. And even though she's confident in what she likes and how things fall on her body, still, there's nothing quite like a second opinion. This is the sort of thing she ought to have tried to drag Remi along to, she thinks, or perhaps she should have even invited Flora. Then again, her friend is a Queen these days - more important things take precedent.
Granted, it isn't for anything so luxurious, but given that she's officially put down roots in Torchline now, has a working clinic and an actual apartment above it, it's about time her wardrobe got something of an upgrade. Nevertheless, she's just come from a shift at said clinic, her hair pinned back out of her face and her attire sensible (read: she could do surgery in it), which makes her choice of garments all the more jarring.
Holding up a dress fashioned mostly out of lace and admiring its halter neck and flowing skirts, she seeks out a mirror in the stall to hold it up against her figure. And even though she's confident in what she likes and how things fall on her body, still, there's nothing quite like a second opinion. This is the sort of thing she ought to have tried to drag Remi along to, she thinks, or perhaps she should have even invited Flora. Then again, her friend is a Queen these days - more important things take precedent.
Isla
