we're always running scared but holding knives
Her fingers flinch against his cheek with the sheer force of the black tide that erupts with his magic, but Isla doesn't pull away. It's the closest she's been to Remi literally in years (disregarding the moment in King's End where she'd accidentally pinned him down as a raccoon) and gods he even smells the same. Better, even, given that she's got senses now to properly appreciate it.
Of course, what's given is returned in full, and while Isla's emotions aren't nearly so tumultuous, the dark lake of her meaningless existence runs deep and impossibly cold, fuelled by I miss yous and what could have beens. Becoming an Ancient has brightened her in every physical way, but grief renders her bleak and monochrome inside.
"Don't cry," she whispers, because of course she does - it's who she is, the Remedy shifting forward to bridge the distance between them. "Don't - you'll start me off."
Of course, what's given is returned in full, and while Isla's emotions aren't nearly so tumultuous, the dark lake of her meaningless existence runs deep and impossibly cold, fuelled by I miss yous and what could have beens. Becoming an Ancient has brightened her in every physical way, but grief renders her bleak and monochrome inside.
"Don't cry," she whispers, because of course she does - it's who she is, the Remedy shifting forward to bridge the distance between them. "Don't - you'll start me off."
Isla
