we're always running scared but holding knives
As if in response to his words - and probably something Remi knew would happen - Isla's cheeks only flush a deeper shade of pink, the Remedy glancing down and away from him as if that would help to hide it. (News flash: it does not). "Remi," she murmurs in what's meant to be a playful chastisement, but it comes out hesitantly at best. "Thank you." It's strange to receive a compliment at all when someone isn't trying to fuck her - at least, she doesn't think that's what Remi is hinting at.
The Lullaby breaks whatever awkwardness might arise as a result of going down that rabbit hole, and Isla gazes down at her hands as though they might reach for his throat at any moment. "I'm very sorry," she says seriously, gazing up and into his face, "I really don't know my own strength." The expression isn't one she can keep up for long, her lips twitching in her attempt to hide a smile, and gods but Isla doesn't remember the last time she smiled so easily.
"Mm, that sounds a lot as though it's a good place for you to live," she remarks, gesturing out at the crimson foliage that peppers the shoreline. "And it's not so much a selling point that the island tries to eat you back."
The Lullaby breaks whatever awkwardness might arise as a result of going down that rabbit hole, and Isla gazes down at her hands as though they might reach for his throat at any moment. "I'm very sorry," she says seriously, gazing up and into his face, "I really don't know my own strength." The expression isn't one she can keep up for long, her lips twitching in her attempt to hide a smile, and gods but Isla doesn't remember the last time she smiled so easily.
"Mm, that sounds a lot as though it's a good place for you to live," she remarks, gesturing out at the crimson foliage that peppers the shoreline. "And it's not so much a selling point that the island tries to eat you back."
Isla
