Recent content by Isla

Relief flooded her veins. Isla exhaled. It wasn't just a breath, but something heavier. Something that had lived caged in her chest for months, clawing at her ribs, trying to get out. But as Lynus's lips brushed against her forehead, fingers gently threading into her hair, the tension vanished...

Isla's eyes darted between Brett and Lynus, warmth blooming in her cheeks as the boy stared at her belly with far too much sincerity. Her lips parted, but all that she managed to get out was, "I-" She stammered, blinking in surprise, and for a moment she looked as though she might cry. Not...

Isla's eyes flickered up toward Lynus the moment he approached her and cupped her cheek. She leaned into the kiss he pressed against her lips, fingers brushing lightly against the back of his hand. For a heartbeat, she didn't respond, she just studied the freshly cleaned up Lynus with a trimmed...

When his arms first circled around her, Isla didn't move. His touch was familiar, still grounding and warm, but her reflection in the mirror remained unchanged. Distant. Worn. And when his voice broke against her shoulder and he pressed his lips to her temple, her hand came up to his arm...

Isla should have followed after Lynus. That thought echoed long in Isla's mind after the cabin door shut behind him. She held Brett tightly as he wept in her arms, tears soaking through her dress, small body trembling with each breath until the boy cried himself to sleep. But Isla's gaze...

The silence in their cabin was unbearable. Brett's muffled cries just beyond their wall had faded into a dull rhythm of grief. She heard the small, sharp gasps like someone drowning quietly. Waves lapped hard against the hull outside, but Isla didn't pay them any mind. Her eyes were on Lynus...

Arryn's eyes slid shut and something inside Isla shattered so quietly, so completely, it made no sound at all. She couldn't hear Brett's screams anymore. Couldn't feel the ache in her knees from where she knelt in the grass. Couldn't taste the salt from her tears. All she could see was him...

In one short moment, the world fractured. In the distance, she could hear Brett screaming, begging Lynus to save Arryn, but the words were warped, muffled, as though she were submerged beneath the surface of a lake. The trees, the grass, the chaos of the fight had blurred at the edges...

Holding pressure to the bleeding wound in Arryn's chest was growing increasingly difficult when the man moved like a rabid dog. "W-what are you doing?" Her voice cracked as Arryn grabbed onto her wrist, his blood- soaked hand fumbling against her skin. "No...Arryn! No!" She tried to hold him...

Her skin went cold. White as bone beneath Bannan's arm, Isla's breaths came in ragged, shallow pulls through her nose, the rag dampening the sound of her sobs. She felt his arm clamp hard across her ribs like iron, the rise of his chest behind her steady and unbothered while her heart fought to...

Bannan's words were certainly not lost on Isla. She understood exactly what he meant to do to her. Every vile syllable slithered into her ears like poison, and though his voice was kept low, laced with mockery, Isla heard the clear threat in his innuendos. Her stomach turned, though not just...

Aren't you just... "Huh-" Isla saw the reflection only a fraction of a second before a hand was wrapped around her mouth, another around her waist. She didn't even have time to scream. She was yanked backward with brutal force. A whimper caught in her throat, swallowed by the stranger's palm as...

"Hmm..." Isla yawned, resting her head on Lynus's chest. "That does sound quite nice. A feather bed..." Her lips quirked into a smile as she drifted off to sleep beneath the willow tree. It began gently. Isla stirred, hearing the faint patter of rain against the willow's leaves, the soft...

Arryn spoke and Isla nodded, listening quietly about the details of their escape- streams crossed, the ground chosen to hide their tracks, a carefully chosen watch rotation- it unfolded like a story she wasn't sure she deserved to be a part of. The practical thoughtfulness of it all left a...

Ahem. Mind waitin' till you both get a room? Isla turned crimson when Brett's voice cut through their moment, the air thick with that teasing implication. Her body jolted with surprise and then a laugh burst out of her. She leaned forward slightly, releasing the saddle once more to try, and...