Isla
"As far as I'm aware it isn't illegal for you to be in the Grounds. Yet," Isla mumbles, with emphasis on the last word - because honestly, who knew when things could change, these days. Even as Overseer of the Hollowed Grounds, not even she can foresee things that could change the landscape of the coming war in an instant. (Looking at you, Stormbreak).
Leaning into the hand against her cheek, Isla doesn't have enough limbs to return the favour, so she merely leans into Remi and turns her head a little to make the most of the touch, however rudimentary it might be to her dulled senses. "Life's too short to fight," she whispers with a sad smile, letting out a needless sigh and gazing up at him, flushed cheeks and flustered movements and all.
"I'm sorry too. For everything, Remi. Even the things neither of us can help. I just don't want us to hurt each other any more."
Leaning into the hand against her cheek, Isla doesn't have enough limbs to return the favour, so she merely leans into Remi and turns her head a little to make the most of the touch, however rudimentary it might be to her dulled senses. "Life's too short to fight," she whispers with a sad smile, letting out a needless sigh and gazing up at him, flushed cheeks and flustered movements and all.
"I'm sorry too. For everything, Remi. Even the things neither of us can help. I just don't want us to hurt each other any more."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
