Isla
Isla tilts her head, unsure what kind of secret might be unveiled while Remi is holding himself over her like this, but then of course the alchemist manages to pull the proverbial rug out from under her again, and the medic's cheeks flush to hear it. She seems bathed in moonlight, like this, shining with a pale light in contrast to Remi's darkness, and her smile suggests that if they weren't wrapped up in each other, she's probably have hit him playfully for being so corny.
"Well, it's rather improper for a duchess to go on a date with a commoner, if you want to take it that far," she reasons, her fingers splayed out against his chest, her head tilted up so that they need to do little more than whisper to each other. "All things considered, though, I quite enjoy being improper with you, Remi."
"Well, it's rather improper for a duchess to go on a date with a commoner, if you want to take it that far," she reasons, her fingers splayed out against his chest, her head tilted up so that they need to do little more than whisper to each other. "All things considered, though, I quite enjoy being improper with you, Remi."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
