Ilsa tries to picture the image in her head, and honestly...? She can't at first, but the longer she stares at Eustace, the clearer it becomes... until it does turn into nightmare fuel.....
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But after several moments, Ilsa bursts out into laughter beside him instead. She laughs and laughs and laughs, so much that the swing rocks and she has to set her drink down before she spills it.
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Round as the moon...
Ilsa tries to picture the image in her head, and honestly...? She can't at first, but the longer she stares at Eustace, the clearer it becomes... until it does turn into nightmare fuel.....
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But after several moments, Ilsa bursts out into laughter beside him instead. She laughs and laughs and laughs, so much that the swing rocks and she has to set her drink down before she spills it.
Sorry, Eustace. Give her a moment...]