you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine The walls built between them during his arrival at the infirmary are dust now; Isla sees the man beneath the Lullaby again as if that mask had never come down. Remi, flushed and crookedly smiling, his palm large and warm against her lower back - Isla can't help but return the smile, so good is it to see him like this. "Then let's stay," she murmurs, barely audible over the whistling kettle, though she has the idea that Remi will hear it nonetheless. And so she leans in for another kiss, soft and tasting of sweetness and iron, her fingers slipping through his curls to draw him closer. She'd be a fool not to feel the effect that her fangs have had, her hips shifting just a little against Remi's, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Just a kiss?" she wonders, smiling lopsidedly and brushing her nose against his.