ISLA
Neither silence nor filling it helps this particular wound, and Isla hasn't realised it's started to bleed again until she promptly lifts her drink and shoots it back in one, wincing at the burn and telling herself that's why her eyes are stinging. "He recognises me now," she says roughly, setting down the glass. "We ran into each other accidentally, in King's End. Not my finest moment." But her life has been filled with not fine moments, and in the big scheme of things, that meeting isn't even in the top ten.
"But no, he doesn't know who I am in any sense that matters. I doubt I even cross his mind." Shrugging, because what the fuck else is there to do with this shitfest, Isla taps her empty glass as if to ask if Flora wants to get another. "So yeah," she finishes with an airy sort of smile. "My best friend doesn't remember me, the man I loved died what I imagine was a horrible death, and I started to fall for a demigod who is completely and emotionally unavailable."
Three cheers for Isla!
"But no, he doesn't know who I am in any sense that matters. I doubt I even cross his mind." Shrugging, because what the fuck else is there to do with this shitfest, Isla taps her empty glass as if to ask if Flora wants to get another. "So yeah," she finishes with an airy sort of smile. "My best friend doesn't remember me, the man I loved died what I imagine was a horrible death, and I started to fall for a demigod who is completely and emotionally unavailable."
Three cheers for Isla!
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
