ISLA
"I don't think he would want you to feel guilty," Isla begins softly, before catching herself and letting out a mirthless laugh. "And I know Varus wouldn't want me to wander around aimlessly, never feeling much more than okay about things, and even that's rare. But..."
Sniffing and wiping at her cheek with her shoulder, she scoffs. "He isn't here to stop me, is he? Because he's dead. So fuck you, Varus. Fuck you for dying, I'll do what I want." It's petty and she doesn't mean it and the tears that glisten in her eyes say as much, but gods, what else is there?
The heart beating beneath her hand is almost like a lifeline in its constant drum, and her fingers flinch to hear that he's considered the same thing. It sounds different, somehow, coming from Sunjata. "I'd miss you as well," she says, peering up at him and letting him shift against the pillar. "I have missed you."
Sniffing and wiping at her cheek with her shoulder, she scoffs. "He isn't here to stop me, is he? Because he's dead. So fuck you, Varus. Fuck you for dying, I'll do what I want." It's petty and she doesn't mean it and the tears that glisten in her eyes say as much, but gods, what else is there?
The heart beating beneath her hand is almost like a lifeline in its constant drum, and her fingers flinch to hear that he's considered the same thing. It sounds different, somehow, coming from Sunjata. "I'd miss you as well," she says, peering up at him and letting him shift against the pillar. "I have missed you."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
