Isla
"I'd quite like to show you," Isla admits as well, smiling to him. "It's been a very long time since I was able to do something as simple as putting up my hair. The infirmary isn't really the place for it, as you might well imagine." Her eyes close to enjoy the sensation, muted as it might be, of his fingers gliding through her hair, Isla's head lolling comfortably against his shoulder as his arm folds more securely around her. Finally, it seems they've stepped out of awkward conversation.
Aaaand then Remi tells his brothel story. Isla's pebble blues flutter open again, and whilst she doesn't look up at the alchemist, the way she surreptitiously stiffens in his arms might say as much about her opinion on the matter as anything. "Did you tell her what happened between us?" she wonders softly, trying very hard to get a handle on her emotions. A difficult thing when she doesn't realise that the hand she's been strumming gently over Remi's knee suddenly has claws, reducing the fabric to ribbons.
"Mm... but she wanted to sleep with you, I imagine."
Aaaand then Remi tells his brothel story. Isla's pebble blues flutter open again, and whilst she doesn't look up at the alchemist, the way she surreptitiously stiffens in his arms might say as much about her opinion on the matter as anything. "Did you tell her what happened between us?" she wonders softly, trying very hard to get a handle on her emotions. A difficult thing when she doesn't realise that the hand she's been strumming gently over Remi's knee suddenly has claws, reducing the fabric to ribbons.
"Mm... but she wanted to sleep with you, I imagine."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
