Isla
Hissing a self-deprecating laugh under her breath, Isla is rescued from future compliments by the arrival of their martinis; the Ancient has rediscovered a love of life's material things since regaining her senses, and so the prospect of trying something new is always an exciting one. Raising her glass, she gently clinks it against Flora's. "To you," she toasts, "for being kind enough to let me stay with you for a couple of days."
As for the sadder parts of the conversation (read: her entire existence at the moment), Isla can only roll her shoulders in a shrug that's equal parts lonesome and resigned. "It can only be cute if it's real," she reminds the Doubletake with a wry smile. "It does suck, though. But he said he's going to see where it goes with Hotaru, and I can only wish him the best for that. If I thought I could still stay at the House of Midnight without hurting my own feelings about it, I would."
Alas - here she is instead. "How are things with you? This place seems busy."
As for the sadder parts of the conversation (read: her entire existence at the moment), Isla can only roll her shoulders in a shrug that's equal parts lonesome and resigned. "It can only be cute if it's real," she reminds the Doubletake with a wry smile. "It does suck, though. But he said he's going to see where it goes with Hotaru, and I can only wish him the best for that. If I thought I could still stay at the House of Midnight without hurting my own feelings about it, I would."
Alas - here she is instead. "How are things with you? This place seems busy."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
