ISLA
"Yes, that's what I thought you said," Isla trills to Remi, her smile already broad and amused as his laughter rings across the beach. It's not a sound she gets to hear all that often any more, and not just because of how busy their respective lives often become. There seems scarce to laugh about lately, especially not openly, unguarded and uncaring of the world and its problems, and Isla relishes this moment for it.
"Thank you," she adds, leaning up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "It's different to how it was when he was infected, but... not as different as I think he expected it to be. It's been nice to have time to just... be. And figure it out." Stepping back again, Isla winces a bit as Remi speaks of Flora and the clash of pride and logic and recklessness that undoubtedly all contribute in their own ways to her decisions.
Nodding gently, she lets out a low whistle. "I know a couple of other people like that, you know." She raises her eyebrows up at him knowingly. Not, perhaps, in bragging about being functionally immortal, but certainly both Remi and Ronin have been guilty of the brave and reckless moniker.
Nevertheless, they've still made it to ten years of marriage, it seems, and Isla's mouth falls open to hear as much. "Has it really?" she gushes. "Congratulations, both of you. That's a huge achievement - and of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Smiling, she nods over his shoulder at the Northaven, still sadly beached nearby. "Is that why you're giving her a spring clean?"
"Thank you," she adds, leaning up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "It's different to how it was when he was infected, but... not as different as I think he expected it to be. It's been nice to have time to just... be. And figure it out." Stepping back again, Isla winces a bit as Remi speaks of Flora and the clash of pride and logic and recklessness that undoubtedly all contribute in their own ways to her decisions.
Nodding gently, she lets out a low whistle. "I know a couple of other people like that, you know." She raises her eyebrows up at him knowingly. Not, perhaps, in bragging about being functionally immortal, but certainly both Remi and Ronin have been guilty of the brave and reckless moniker.
Nevertheless, they've still made it to ten years of marriage, it seems, and Isla's mouth falls open to hear as much. "Has it really?" she gushes. "Congratulations, both of you. That's a huge achievement - and of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world." Smiling, she nods over his shoulder at the Northaven, still sadly beached nearby. "Is that why you're giving her a spring clean?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
