Isla
"Oh I think I got plenty of those just now. But please, do go on," Isla remarks with a sly grin, tilting her head as if waiting for a magic trick. And honestly, Varus delivers - which is the worst part - and Isla is left rubbing at her cheek which is the silvery equivalent of fuscia right now. "Alright, it's a decent brood, I'll give you that. And kohl around the eyes, you say? Forgive me for saying so, but I don't think you can blend in all that much with those bright blues."
She shifts a bit closer, accepting the mask with a murmur of thanks, inspecting it with all the reverence it deserves before she slips it on. With a cascade of golden hair and admittedly much softer features, the medic looks nothing like an assassin as she gazes across at Varus. I was going to ask how it ended up back at-- oh! Can you hear me?
She shifts a bit closer, accepting the mask with a murmur of thanks, inspecting it with all the reverence it deserves before she slips it on. With a cascade of golden hair and admittedly much softer features, the medic looks nothing like an assassin as she gazes across at Varus. I was going to ask how it ended up back at-- oh! Can you hear me?
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
