Isla
"Now, now - don't put yourself down like that," Isla chides him, her tone even managing a touch of playfulness. Her expression drops into a mix of surprise and something akin to awe at the stream of water that grasps onto her, however, the Remedy tilting her head, reaching out to let her fingers skate across the surface of the liquid. "Just when I think you're all out of tricks," she drawls, raising her eyebrows at him and following the water as he dumps it out of the window.
It's too late in the hour, really, for it to hit anyone outside, and yet Isla still finds herself leaning out to check, heedless of the fact that they're both very much without clothes. "Taking the edge off of what?" she wonders once she's heard an audible splash, ducking back inside and gazing up at him anew. "I'm sorry," she adds softly, reaching out to rest a hand against his forearm, "for making things weird. Life's been hard enough for the both of us without that."
It's too late in the hour, really, for it to hit anyone outside, and yet Isla still finds herself leaning out to check, heedless of the fact that they're both very much without clothes. "Taking the edge off of what?" she wonders once she's heard an audible splash, ducking back inside and gazing up at him anew. "I'm sorry," she adds softly, reaching out to rest a hand against his forearm, "for making things weird. Life's been hard enough for the both of us without that."
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
