Isla
Isla shouldn't smile to know he feels the same, but she does, and even though it's just as painful to be apart as it is to be together, she does melt back against him, keeping her hand pressed over his heart as if to subconsciously count the beats. "I believe it," she murmurs, "that you want me to be happy. It's what makes this doable. I just... I wish I knew why," she admits, murmuring the words against the side of his neck.
"Are you this way with Ronin? Because it feels as though you ought to be, but I also understand why you're not. It's not..." It's not the same as being in your head, is what she wants to say. But she also gets the impression that Remi will know that without her having to speak it aloud.
"I wish I could make it easier for you."
"Are you this way with Ronin? Because it feels as though you ought to be, but I also understand why you're not. It's not..." It's not the same as being in your head, is what she wants to say. But she also gets the impression that Remi will know that without her having to speak it aloud.
"I wish I could make it easier for you."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
