we're always running scared but holding knives
"You? In need of lightening up? Never," Isla drawls, though the pink flush to her cheeks suggests that she isn't sure she's in a position to be making such a statement. For all of their shared history, she really hasn't known Remi for the past two years, and all throughout the war. Luckily it seems as though he agrees, and so she's free to launch her affectionate assault quite freely.
And honestly she would have continued, but even playful strikes to the Lullaby literally hurt her hand, Isla flexing her fingers and furrowing her brow, soothed by his agreement. That is until she feels the tension spider up through his body, the Remedy reaching up to gently squeeze Remi's shoulders. "It won't," she whispers fiercely; if nothing else, paranoia has come from surviving the war, and it feels as though the world is on edge for signs of something similar.
Letting her hands drop and wiping her cheeks afresh, Isla lets out a sigh that seems to drag the tension from her shoulders. "Do you know," she says suddenly, conversationally, "I was considering living here, before you turned up."
And honestly she would have continued, but even playful strikes to the Lullaby literally hurt her hand, Isla flexing her fingers and furrowing her brow, soothed by his agreement. That is until she feels the tension spider up through his body, the Remedy reaching up to gently squeeze Remi's shoulders. "It won't," she whispers fiercely; if nothing else, paranoia has come from surviving the war, and it feels as though the world is on edge for signs of something similar.
Letting her hands drop and wiping her cheeks afresh, Isla lets out a sigh that seems to drag the tension from her shoulders. "Do you know," she says suddenly, conversationally, "I was considering living here, before you turned up."
Isla
