we're always running scared but holding knives
It's a date, Isla might have said once upon a time, but here and now she merely offers the Lullaby a sunny smile, already mentally writing him a letter to arrange a time for them to dream together, wondering what place he might choose. "An ifrit," she repeats, deciding not to mention the wraith just yet - time for that later, gods - and instead focusing on the word she feels she almost recognises. "So it's just... a fiery you?" She grins.
Considering the amount of justs Remi uses in describing the massive changes he's undergone since they'd last spoken properly, Isla is understandably distracted from her own questions as the Lullaby produces his hole-digging-ghost-hand, her eyebrows raising curiously. "The Core," she whispers, reaching out instinctively for his hand only to find herself summarily smooshed against him. Not that she's complaining at all.
Clutching him close and breathing in deep the smell of botanics and parchment, Isla closes her eyes and smiles into the fabric of Remi's shirt. "I'm glad," she mumbles, her voice muffled, and even as he continues, Isla doesn't part from him one bit. "Mm... well, I know especially towards the end of things, things got really messy between us." Granted they'd been complicated by her relationship with Cal, and overshadowed by the looming certainty of war, but still.
"I just... I love you, Remi. I love you enough to know I won't do anything to mess up being your friend again. Does that make sense?"
Considering the amount of justs Remi uses in describing the massive changes he's undergone since they'd last spoken properly, Isla is understandably distracted from her own questions as the Lullaby produces his hole-digging-ghost-hand, her eyebrows raising curiously. "The Core," she whispers, reaching out instinctively for his hand only to find herself summarily smooshed against him. Not that she's complaining at all.
Clutching him close and breathing in deep the smell of botanics and parchment, Isla closes her eyes and smiles into the fabric of Remi's shirt. "I'm glad," she mumbles, her voice muffled, and even as he continues, Isla doesn't part from him one bit. "Mm... well, I know especially towards the end of things, things got really messy between us." Granted they'd been complicated by her relationship with Cal, and overshadowed by the looming certainty of war, but still.
"I just... I love you, Remi. I love you enough to know I won't do anything to mess up being your friend again. Does that make sense?"
Isla
