ISLA
"Oh," Isla says as she spots the little crimson blur out of the corner of her eye, smiling automatically and leaning out from under the awning to watch Remi skim the air and flit ever closer. His shift back is, as always, both seamless and strangely endearing, and as he straightens up beside her, all mussed curls and pink cheeks, the affection that floods through her is immediate. "Hello, Rem-- oh, wait--"
She's too late to stop him from leaning in, though, and whilst everything Isla feels is coloured by her immediate pleasure in seeing her friend, it doesn't entirely cover the trepidation, the uncertainty, the strange excitement she's still trying to understand, and as his lips brush her cheek they're already pink with being prematurely found out. "Nothing wrong, no," she tells him, not shying away from the embrace now that he's already there.
"I do have some news to share with you, though. Shall we go inside?" Unless he's already guessed by the flood of her emotions alone, which wouldn't surprise her.
She's too late to stop him from leaning in, though, and whilst everything Isla feels is coloured by her immediate pleasure in seeing her friend, it doesn't entirely cover the trepidation, the uncertainty, the strange excitement she's still trying to understand, and as his lips brush her cheek they're already pink with being prematurely found out. "Nothing wrong, no," she tells him, not shying away from the embrace now that he's already there.
"I do have some news to share with you, though. Shall we go inside?" Unless he's already guessed by the flood of her emotions alone, which wouldn't surprise her.
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
