Isla
"I might be a doctor but make no mistake, I'll kill you if I have to."
Not exactly a welcome home, honey, but then Varus looks absolutely nothing like the dorky guy in the woollen sweater who walked out of the house earlier. Isla's place is softly lit and cozy to say the least; with a study to hold all of he books and files, the living room turned consultation area is looking much more cheerful. The medic in question has been reading in an armchair when the door opens - now, however, she's on her feet, book raised as if she might smack him around the head with it, fingers tipped with sharp blades.
"What do you want?" she asks curtly - because of course, it might be someone needing help rather than someone coming to burn down her workspace again, but Isla is understandably jumpy about it for now. Especially since she's home alone (and evidently does not recognise the man in front of her, soaking wet and dressed in black and in a mask).
Not exactly a welcome home, honey, but then Varus looks absolutely nothing like the dorky guy in the woollen sweater who walked out of the house earlier. Isla's place is softly lit and cozy to say the least; with a study to hold all of he books and files, the living room turned consultation area is looking much more cheerful. The medic in question has been reading in an armchair when the door opens - now, however, she's on her feet, book raised as if she might smack him around the head with it, fingers tipped with sharp blades.
"What do you want?" she asks curtly - because of course, it might be someone needing help rather than someone coming to burn down her workspace again, but Isla is understandably jumpy about it for now. Especially since she's home alone (and evidently does not recognise the man in front of her, soaking wet and dressed in black and in a mask).
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
