we're always running scared but holding knives
Whilst it remains to be seen whether Remi is like certain dogs, that will undoubtedly form part of Isla's future observations. And she'd have likely commented on the fact, were it not for the new experiment they're currently performing. For her part, the doctor is externally as calm as expected, but things like that matter little to a creature like a wendigo. Because the flash of pain from the lancet, the increase in her pulse, the hitch of her breath, all of these things will matter more to Remi than her straight posture or relaxed shoulders.
And honestly, she'd expected to glance up to see him right before her, as fast and silent as any monster in a children's book. That he isn't - that he takes the time (and it must feel so slow to him) to cross the room before her is a balm she can't express in words. And is it wrong, too, to want to record all of this information - the ink black almost swallowing his irises, the tension held in his muscles, the shift in his demeanour? And why is it hot, tho?
"You know I do," she says softly, not foolish enough to move her bloodied hand, but he'll find it warm and pliant as he reaches for it.
And honestly, she'd expected to glance up to see him right before her, as fast and silent as any monster in a children's book. That he isn't - that he takes the time (and it must feel so slow to him) to cross the room before her is a balm she can't express in words. And is it wrong, too, to want to record all of this information - the ink black almost swallowing his irises, the tension held in his muscles, the shift in his demeanour? And why is it hot, tho?
"You know I do," she says softly, not foolish enough to move her bloodied hand, but he'll find it warm and pliant as he reaches for it.
Isla
