Isla
Laughing at that - and clearly noticing Flora's empty glass, because Isla goes ahead and finishes her drink too - she relaxes a little more into her chair. "I really do," she assures her. "When I say the war did a number on the both of us, I mean it, and he deserves to find any bit of happiness wherever he can. Besides, he could have found out how I felt and carried on stringing me along," she points out, before gazing into their empty glasses. "Those were very good," she adds, of their martinis.
"Mm? No, I can't say I have. Did you say it's alive? As in, it gets up and moves around and breathes?" Isla raises her eyebrows at that, clearly enthralled by the idea. (Gods, Remi would have loved it). "Do you know I've never actually met another Ancient? What was he like?" From that last quip alone, feral is the word that comes to mind for the Remedy.
"Mm? No, I can't say I have. Did you say it's alive? As in, it gets up and moves around and breathes?" Isla raises her eyebrows at that, clearly enthralled by the idea. (Gods, Remi would have loved it). "Do you know I've never actually met another Ancient? What was he like?" From that last quip alone, feral is the word that comes to mind for the Remedy.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
