ISLA
He releases her just before her vision clouds black for good, leaving her floating listlessly in the grip of the remaining limb wrapped about her. It's a good thing he is holding onto her, in fact, because without him Isla would likely be swept away in the undertow. The manticore was not like that, she agrees quietly, a mental nod thrown his way. Of course she can forgive him, and as feeling returns to her limbs, she tucks herself closer if anything.
Do you think we could head back? she asks. Only I quite feel as though I need a hug, but definitely not the kind that has as many arms as you currently do. Not when those same arms had been about to throttle her not one minute before. Might want to practice this shift without any ships around, eh? she says with a soft chuckle.
Do you think we could head back? she asks. Only I quite feel as though I need a hug, but definitely not the kind that has as many arms as you currently do. Not when those same arms had been about to throttle her not one minute before. Might want to practice this shift without any ships around, eh? she says with a soft chuckle.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
