your touch is atomic

ISLA Oh, no. Not today, Remi Taliesin. Not fucking today. "Well you said it," Isla hisses, and later when she checks her palms, she'll find small, bruised crecents from the way she's clenching her fists. "How about you pull your head out of your ass for once in your life and realise that maybe things aren't always about you?" Because sure, that's part of it - a big part, too, but Isla can't help that. But Remi isn't the be-all and end-all of her problems, especially not right this moment, and Isla doesn't have the emotional energy to expend on a man who doesn't see the problem in that he literally did nothing about what he'd chosen to do back then. "I can't take it out on you if you act like we don't know each other," she points out, her words clipped even if her pulse is hammering hard enough that she's sure all the predators lurking beneath Remi's skin will hear it. "I'm going to go now. And I would really appreciate it if you'd let me do that."