Isla
She lets him go with just as much reluctance so he can pull on some clothes, and something in her seems to unknot to hear that he's feeling (and sounding) so much more like himself. "Good," Isla murmurs, her head tilting at the mask and a familiar sort of curiosity lighting up her expression. Varus sinks back onto the bed and Isla shuffles to sit with him, itching to examine the piece of tech but knowing better than to be so rude. "That's very clever," she remarks softly, a brow raising as he slips the mask on.
His voice purrs through her mind again and she can't help the silvery flush that rises against her cheeks as she looks him over. "It makes you look very brooding and mysterious," she informs him. "But I think it's amazing. And this was buried away all this time...?"
His voice purrs through her mind again and she can't help the silvery flush that rises against her cheeks as she looks him over. "It makes you look very brooding and mysterious," she informs him. "But I think it's amazing. And this was buried away all this time...?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
