ISLA
"It's a date," Isla agrees; she had wanted to correct him initially, but something lets the words slip past her teeth before she can stop them. And so, with books and towels in hand and a blush colouring her cheeks silver for the second time that night, Isla links her arm with Varus so they might stroll away together - down the beach, presumably - and she kicks the rocks and shells on the way past for good measure.
Raising an eyebrow and glancing across at him questioningly, she can't help but huff out a laugh to hear that he doesn't even know that the person he's come to visit is in Torchline or not. "I can't think of a single person who would do that," she admits; of the leaving for Torchline, of intentionally wanting one's heart broken, book or no book. Varus is an anomaly, that much is obvious to Isla.
"Except you, obviously. So what are your plans, now that I've interrupted them?"
Raising an eyebrow and glancing across at him questioningly, she can't help but huff out a laugh to hear that he doesn't even know that the person he's come to visit is in Torchline or not. "I can't think of a single person who would do that," she admits; of the leaving for Torchline, of intentionally wanting one's heart broken, book or no book. Varus is an anomaly, that much is obvious to Isla.
"Except you, obviously. So what are your plans, now that I've interrupted them?"
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
