ISLA
As Remi slinks up behind her - quiet as any predator, which is unsurprising given who he is and how long he's been sneaking around murdering things - Isla is absolutely none the wiser. As a result, it's naturally her turn to squawk as she's trapped against his soaking wet chest, the Remedy resisting (just) the urge to let flame roar up between them to dry her off and persuade Remi to create some distance. Luckily, he makes that decision for himself, Isla cursing in a very unladylike way and turning to kick sand at him this time.
"You're a menace. I bought you snacks and everything," she complains, trying to adjust her dress so it isn't quite so uncomfortable as it clings to her body. "But if that's the case at your party, I look very forward to waving at you from afar. I'll be sure to make a sign offering my congratulations. Maybe I'll even try to have a conversation with you via paper aeroplane."
"You're a menace. I bought you snacks and everything," she complains, trying to adjust her dress so it isn't quite so uncomfortable as it clings to her body. "But if that's the case at your party, I look very forward to waving at you from afar. I'll be sure to make a sign offering my congratulations. Maybe I'll even try to have a conversation with you via paper aeroplane."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
