Isla
However Isla might have been used to dolling up and swanning out to uptight balls and various other get-togethers, she is by no means a vain woman. To see her have such an effect on Remi is enough to have her blushing already, and she finds herself glancing down at the dress as if she's been silly enough not to fasten it up at the side or something ridiculous. "Oh...? Oh, I... thank you," she says, suddenly aware of just how close they are to one another. Smoothing out his shirt and stepping back, Isla brushes a speck of invisible dust off her dress.
"It's been a long time since I did this. I wasn't able to find a lot of the things I usually use," she admits, but then Remi is offering out his arm and Isla is taking it as naturally as anything else, glancing to the bag and oOoOoing to him appreciatively.
Then they're off, and the Ascended forces herself to relax. "You know," she says softly to Remi, "I half expected the world to end before we got a chance to do this. It feels strange to go out and be carefree, without anything apocalyptic happening."
"It's been a long time since I did this. I wasn't able to find a lot of the things I usually use," she admits, but then Remi is offering out his arm and Isla is taking it as naturally as anything else, glancing to the bag and oOoOoing to him appreciatively.
Then they're off, and the Ascended forces herself to relax. "You know," she says softly to Remi, "I half expected the world to end before we got a chance to do this. It feels strange to go out and be carefree, without anything apocalyptic happening."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
