we're always running scared but holding knives
"Then we should dream together some time," Isla says with a smile that surprises herself with how cheerful it is. Partially it's the idea of making plans to do something with Remi, but gods, at least a little bit of it is just making plans for the future.
She follows his logic with a peal of laughter, unable to help herself, though by her shrug, she can't exactly fault him. "I mean, it did make me curious, but you still look like you in the fire, and as soon as I saw that..." Well. He'd been there for their meetings prior to his Isla-Remi-movie-marathon; he knows why she'd have not wanted to be around him now more than ever. "So is it another shift?" she wonders of the flaming being she'd seen.
Surprised and delighted to find herself drawn against Remi, Isla slips her arms around him in return, drawing a surprising amount of comfort from the feathery sanctuary provided by the shield of his wing. Giving him a gentle squeeze in response to his question, the Remedy nods and peeks up at him. "Would you be my friend again, please?" she asks softly.
She follows his logic with a peal of laughter, unable to help herself, though by her shrug, she can't exactly fault him. "I mean, it did make me curious, but you still look like you in the fire, and as soon as I saw that..." Well. He'd been there for their meetings prior to his Isla-Remi-movie-marathon; he knows why she'd have not wanted to be around him now more than ever. "So is it another shift?" she wonders of the flaming being she'd seen.
Surprised and delighted to find herself drawn against Remi, Isla slips her arms around him in return, drawing a surprising amount of comfort from the feathery sanctuary provided by the shield of his wing. Giving him a gentle squeeze in response to his question, the Remedy nods and peeks up at him. "Would you be my friend again, please?" she asks softly.
Isla
