we're always running scared but holding knives
What could have been a heartwarming reunion or even a fiery argument turns abruptly comical. Because of course Isla realises she's being followed, and the heat and glimmer of flames at her back tells her it's Remi-fucking-Taliesin doing the following. And no matter which way she turns or loops to try and stay out of his way, he's there all the same like a rash, until suddenly she's spilling out onto the shoreline - and catching her bare foot on a snarl of coral that might have also been skeletal in nature.
Tumbling and hitting the sand about as inelegantly as one might expect, it's with a foot that's freely bleeding and an expression of flustered anger on her face that she turns to glare up at the Lullaby. "What the fuck do you want?" she snaps, because the only way he could have been able to stick to her so closely has to be intentional, she thinks. "Staying out of my way is the opposite of chasing me, you know."
Tumbling and hitting the sand about as inelegantly as one might expect, it's with a foot that's freely bleeding and an expression of flustered anger on her face that she turns to glare up at the Lullaby. "What the fuck do you want?" she snaps, because the only way he could have been able to stick to her so closely has to be intentional, she thinks. "Staying out of my way is the opposite of chasing me, you know."
Isla
