we're always running scared but holding knives
Smiling depsite herself to feel his arms clasp her in turn, Isla almost melts into the embrace, letting her head drop to rest against Remi's shoulder for a moment or so. "I really did only mean to come up here to drop some things off," she murmurs, the gentle playfulness in her tone suggesting that a very heavy and yet follows after that statement.
Subtly pressing into his touch, Isla shifts enough away from Remi to gaze up at him properly, though no part of her lets him go. "I don't know what the right thing to do here is," she confesses with heat in her cheeks and warmth only growing between them. "But I'm... I know we don't have long." Well. Four hours isn't long if you're trying to cross the city and back to see the aquarium. But it's plenty for other things.
"What do you want?"
Subtly pressing into his touch, Isla shifts enough away from Remi to gaze up at him properly, though no part of her lets him go. "I don't know what the right thing to do here is," she confesses with heat in her cheeks and warmth only growing between them. "But I'm... I know we don't have long." Well. Four hours isn't long if you're trying to cross the city and back to see the aquarium. But it's plenty for other things.
"What do you want?"
Isla
