Isla
"Well, that is a relief. You can be responsible, and I will continue to swoon into a girlish puddle as a result of all of your charm," Isla says, her hand dramatically fluttering to her breast as she lets out a whisper of a sigh - all for show since she doesn't need to breathe, of course. Indeed, as Remi turns his attention back to the sky as well, Isla lets her gaze flick to the side to watch him as he speaks, to see his silhouette dance and move in the moonlight. What would happen, she wonders, if she were to just slip against his side right now, leeching away his heat as they speak about stars, the present, the future.
And of course when Remi asks her preference, Isla pouts a bit. "Must I choose?" she asks. "I would like to do both - but I imagine we would need to have another date if we were going to do all of this," she guesses. "Could we memorialise the moment tonight, and map the constellations next time?"
And of course when Remi asks her preference, Isla pouts a bit. "Must I choose?" she asks. "I would like to do both - but I imagine we would need to have another date if we were going to do all of this," she guesses. "Could we memorialise the moment tonight, and map the constellations next time?"
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
