ISLA
Hating herself for it, Isla nevertheless continues to hang on to the snippets she hears about Remi like an addict looking for a hit, her eyebrows raising a little to hear that the Lullaby is sequestered up on the Cordillera these days. "You think so?" she murmurs, of it being better this way, wondering who exactly it was better for. "You're right, though. It must be hard making friends knowing you're capable of doing that sort of thing, too."
At least she can offer Isla a smile of camaraderie at their shared dislike of Halo, the Remedy raising her glass in a brief toast, the light catching on the curve of the topaz horns that nestle back into her hair. "Honestly, King's End can get pretty warm in Longheat, but Torchline puts it to shame," she agrees, before following Flora's gaze around to one of the boys' club members in question.
"Well, I suppose I can't accuse him of thinking with his dick, then," she laments with a smirk. "But I know the type." She also knows the type not to grace them with their presence, Isla turning back to her new acquaintance. "Let the rumour mill do the work for you, then," she suggests. "I feel like people will be talking about this one for a while."
At least she can offer Isla a smile of camaraderie at their shared dislike of Halo, the Remedy raising her glass in a brief toast, the light catching on the curve of the topaz horns that nestle back into her hair. "Honestly, King's End can get pretty warm in Longheat, but Torchline puts it to shame," she agrees, before following Flora's gaze around to one of the boys' club members in question.
"Well, I suppose I can't accuse him of thinking with his dick, then," she laments with a smirk. "But I know the type." She also knows the type not to grace them with their presence, Isla turning back to her new acquaintance. "Let the rumour mill do the work for you, then," she suggests. "I feel like people will be talking about this one for a while."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
