Isla
"Oh?" Isla is confused at first (so sue her, it's been a long day and she's distracted), until he offers out the bouquet towards her and a smile, genuine and bright flashes across her face. "What is this in aid of?" she begins, accepting the flowers from him and leaning in as if to try and smell them. She can't really do any such thing, but it's a reflex she's not yet grown out of. "That is very sweet of you, Cal. You didn't need to," she murmurs, though that is the extent of the polite protests he'll get from her.
"I was just headed out - I'd usually put these in the infirmary so they can brighten the place up, but if I have to step in there again tonight I'm afraid I won't ever leave again, so they can come home with me." Shifting the flowers to cradle them in the crook of her arm, she nods at the tied sleeve of his sweater. "How are you coping?" she asks.
"I was just headed out - I'd usually put these in the infirmary so they can brighten the place up, but if I have to step in there again tonight I'm afraid I won't ever leave again, so they can come home with me." Shifting the flowers to cradle them in the crook of her arm, she nods at the tied sleeve of his sweater. "How are you coping?" she asks.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
