#p: isla

[giarafferty-blog]

Through and through. The words played over in Gia's mind as she lay in the hospital bed, hooked up to an IV. The events of the night still swimming in her mind, hazier with the pain killers in her system. She'd just wanted a burger and instead she'd almost killed a man and got shot. She was still trying to understand what the chaos meant. If the clave could try to attack when human... what would have stopped Selene? She'd been so stupid to try venturing out into the night. 

She could hear noises beyond her room, wondering how much worse it had been for others. Isla had stayed by her side and the look on her sister's face was exactly why Gia had kept the secrets about Selene. She didn't want to cause that panic in the one person she was closest to in the world. When Isla came through the door holding a to-go container, Gia let out a sigh. "Please tell me that's something high in fat and grease? I'm starving." || @islarafferty

[nxtaehyun-blog]

interest.

Embora ainda fosse relativamente novo na ilha, o novo ambiente havia lhe providenciado com imensa inspiração. Aquilo fez com que Taehyun escrevesse mais, e sua vontade de compor e produzir aumentasse. Não só isso, mas o rapaz até mesmo oferecera seus serviços para bares e restaurantes de Nami, ansioso por poder tocar para um público distinto. Sua paixão pela música parecia ter sido reacendida, e aquilo colocava um enorme sorriso em seu rosto, apesar do restante da sua vida estar desandando. Havia acabado a última música da noite em um dos pequenos bares de Nami, e, após agradecer aos presentes, foi em direção de um bartender, não hesitando em pedir uma garrafa de soju. Ao seu lado, uma garota que parecia ter acompanhado todo o seu show. — E então? — perguntou, interessado em puxar conversa com quem quer que fosse. — Fui aprovado ou minha música não faz seu estilo?

@nxisla

[firstbornprincess-blog]

A Nephew || Mithian and Isla

Maybe it would have been easier if she'd just turned herself over to the Narnian royalty, told them that yes, here she was, Princess Mithian, home at last. Maybe then we could have gained information about her nephew more quickly; maybe then he could have been one of the first people to see the new child. Maybe then she wouldn't be out here in the broad daylight, scaling the castle walls with some borrowed rope and hoping to Aslan that she had the right room. Because if not, well, she really was in a lot of trouble. A rather a lot of trouble.

She had been on tenterhooks for days, weeks, even, over the birth of this new baby. Tristan didn't dare mention it in the house for fear of setting her off in a fit of worry, or anxiety, or sometimes even rage that they weren't being a bit more open with how much information they were supplying the commoners with. She had been nonchalantly asking about it for days; she had seen the dancing in the streets and the toasts that would happen almost regularly in the taverns to the birth of a healthy baby boy, should such a birth occur. The people of Narnia never tired in the celebrations, and they continued in their partying for what was seemingly a very long time. Mithian, in that time, had gotten impatient. She demanded to know why the palace hadn't told them anything yet, because obviously Isla had had the baby by now, and really, their subjects should know about the arrival of the child.

She huffed a little as she pulled herself up the rope, half out of exhaustion and half out of anger at the whole situation. She put that thought out of her mind. She didn't want to clamber into Isla's chambers and start an argument. No. She just wanted to see the baby. Her nephew. She always knew that Isla would be the first of the two of them to get married and have children, but really, she hadn't been expecting things to happen so quickly. Excitement began to creep up on her as she reached the window. It was open, but only slightly, not properly shut from the last time it had been opened. She prised her fingers around the edge of it, feeling them sting slightly at the pressure. And then she pulled the window open, clattering into the room head first.