(SEASONAL EVENT) Guardian (OPEN)

Isla's back hit the door and her fingers tightened in Remi's hair. The Ascended was too wrapped up in the taste of copper and the electric ecstasy that sang through veins already too used to feeling nothing, and the morally questionable elements of what was going on did not register even slightly. Because Sam had told her, she realised belatedly, something about he and Remi, and now that she was close enough she swore her keen senses could even smell the other Ascended on him. Forcing her jaws to part from his neck, Isla tilted her head back against the door, somehow breathless even though she didn't need oxygen. Her grip relaxed ever so slightly, and there was a cocky little smile on red painted lips that she couldn't wipe off. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "But I was thinking about being a raccoon." ISLA Hush now, I'm here