Isla
"Ah, that's a shame. Maybe afterwards," Isla says of Sunjata's manicure, and in her current state of inebriation, she's already choosing what colour polish she might apply to the Flood's nails. Maybe a nice midnight blue, to go with the aesthetic of the House. She's snapped out of those comparatively pleasant thoughts with the mention of Remi's name, however, Isla tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as they walk.
"You weren't to know," she murmurs. "Or at least, I hope you didn't know." Huffing out a laugh, she continues to keep her eyes on the road ahead, brows furrowed as if in concentration, though even the Remedy isn't sure how true that is. "Mm..." It's a non-committal sort of sound, taken with a sudden chaser of, "I saw the two of you talking. You looked good together."
The offer to carry her comes out of the blue, at least to Isla, and she stumbles a little with how quickly she looks up at the Flood. I think I can manage had been on her lips until that point, but apparently her feet have made liars out of her. "If you want to," she says instead.
"You weren't to know," she murmurs. "Or at least, I hope you didn't know." Huffing out a laugh, she continues to keep her eyes on the road ahead, brows furrowed as if in concentration, though even the Remedy isn't sure how true that is. "Mm..." It's a non-committal sort of sound, taken with a sudden chaser of, "I saw the two of you talking. You looked good together."
The offer to carry her comes out of the blue, at least to Isla, and she stumbles a little with how quickly she looks up at the Flood. I think I can manage had been on her lips until that point, but apparently her feet have made liars out of her. "If you want to," she says instead.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
