we're always running scared but holding knives
"Unless you decide to do something particularly silly with knives or fire while you're human, I think you ought to be alright," Isla quips back, her smile a touch sly, mischief dancing in her eyes. "And you're right. If I ever stop playing, then you'll really see something special," she informs him, as if Isla is just doing this science stuff for fun right now. Maybe she'll raise the dead if she ever gets serious about her career, har har har.
Suddenly, though, Remi is almost irresistibly close, and Isla doesn't know quite how they've gotten here from looking out at the aquarium. But there's no denying that they've both been tugging at this thread for a while now to see how it unravels, whether they want to admit it or not, and so she subtly shifts to turn towards him as well.
One might expect passionate, devouring kisses from here; maybe Isla's leg pops like in the old romantic movies, or maybe Remi sweeps her up into his arm and carries her off to the bedroom he's never seen to know where to go. Instead, though, the doctor steps further into Remi's space and reaches up to slip her arms around him, drawing him close.
It's the first time they've properly touched like this without him mid breakdown or wanting to surreptitiously hand her something, and just for a moment, even if it leads to other (unethical, conflict of interest, etc. etc.) decisions, Isla wants to stand here as two people, not doctor and experiment.
Suddenly, though, Remi is almost irresistibly close, and Isla doesn't know quite how they've gotten here from looking out at the aquarium. But there's no denying that they've both been tugging at this thread for a while now to see how it unravels, whether they want to admit it or not, and so she subtly shifts to turn towards him as well.
One might expect passionate, devouring kisses from here; maybe Isla's leg pops like in the old romantic movies, or maybe Remi sweeps her up into his arm and carries her off to the bedroom he's never seen to know where to go. Instead, though, the doctor steps further into Remi's space and reaches up to slip her arms around him, drawing him close.
It's the first time they've properly touched like this without him mid breakdown or wanting to surreptitiously hand her something, and just for a moment, even if it leads to other (unethical, conflict of interest, etc. etc.) decisions, Isla wants to stand here as two people, not doctor and experiment.
Isla
