ISLA
"I thought your secret power move was your charm and wit," Isla says, her fingers deftly weaving the braid into his hair. It's just enough to keep it out of his face, she thinks, humming out a note of satisfaction as she ties it off. "But I think it would absolutely work as a back up power move," she adds, gently tilting his head back to flash him a fanged grin.
"Or it would work, I should say, if you didn't wear a mask all the time. I'm not sure how any of your enemies are meant to be dazzled by your beauty if they can't see your face." Leaning in, Isla can at least take advantage of said beauty in the privacy of their own home, and she plants a soft kiss against his forehead. "And if none of that helps, I'll be around to patch you up."
"Or it would work, I should say, if you didn't wear a mask all the time. I'm not sure how any of your enemies are meant to be dazzled by your beauty if they can't see your face." Leaning in, Isla can at least take advantage of said beauty in the privacy of their own home, and she plants a soft kiss against his forehead. "And if none of that helps, I'll be around to patch you up."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
