Isla
Whatever Isla might have been expecting from Remi, this certainly isn't it. The Lullaby moves and speaks as if he's being tortured (and not in a good way), his hands awkwardly hovering about his chest, his muscles tense, breath coming out in rough pants. And it's not exactly encouragement, when he does speak, and the reaction has Isla drawing back and sitting up between his thighs, enveloped in moonlight and looking thoroughly confused.
"Sorry," she murmurs, tucking a curl that's come loose back behind her ear. "I thought you were..." She shakes her head as if it doesn't matter, and the silver flush on her cheeks is more akin to embarrassment now, than lust. "Sorry," Isla says again, carefully extracting herself and rising back to her feet. "I wasn't thinking. You and Ronin are... you should be with him before me."
"Sorry," she murmurs, tucking a curl that's come loose back behind her ear. "I thought you were..." She shakes her head as if it doesn't matter, and the silver flush on her cheeks is more akin to embarrassment now, than lust. "Sorry," Isla says again, carefully extracting herself and rising back to her feet. "I wasn't thinking. You and Ronin are... you should be with him before me."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
