we're always running scared but holding knives
"You can't stop me," Isla tells him in a tight voice, her lips flinching in a smile, "I've always worried about your feelings." Even in the years when he'd have walked past her in the street with no memory of who she was. And as much as Remi seems to be doing his best to be awkward, it's an embrace Isla has been waiting for since before the war, and as his arms slip around her, she finally lets herself believe it's happening.
To say that Isla melts against him is an understatement, because the Remedy almost climbs into Remi's lap with the force of her hug, clutching him close and letting her fingers grasp almost desperately at the fabric of his shirt. "I've missed you so much," she sobs, the words muffled against the side of his neck, and from the achromatic swell of her emotions, small jetties of colour begin to roll and drift.
Isla isn't selfish enough to give voice to her worst admissions - things like I've been so lonely and I didn't want to be here any more and I've lost everything, but for a man with Remi's magic, she hardly needs to say it out loud for him to know.
To say that Isla melts against him is an understatement, because the Remedy almost climbs into Remi's lap with the force of her hug, clutching him close and letting her fingers grasp almost desperately at the fabric of his shirt. "I've missed you so much," she sobs, the words muffled against the side of his neck, and from the achromatic swell of her emotions, small jetties of colour begin to roll and drift.
Isla isn't selfish enough to give voice to her worst admissions - things like I've been so lonely and I didn't want to be here any more and I've lost everything, but for a man with Remi's magic, she hardly needs to say it out loud for him to know.
Isla
