ISLA
"Mm, that you did. I suppose some of the silver in his tongue would transfer to you eventually with all the kissing you do," Isla says, not bothering to try and hide her playful smile. "And gods, that sounds like it would have been wonderful - and as far as I know, I'm not even expecting twins." Glancing down at her belly, she can't imagine what it must have been like for Hotaru - with just her daughter to worry about, it's already been a journey. "Granted, it could be a lot worse." She'll be the first to admit that much; not everyone has an Everest Hart to fall back on.
Snorting and conceding to the superiority that is the man cold, Isla immediately notices - as Remi had no doubt done when the roles were reversed - as he grows sheepish and his cheeks heat up. Her brows draw together in a not-quite frown, the Remedy mildly puzzled more than concerned. "How I felt...?" she begins, but then before he's gotten the words out properly - before he's even gotten past Ronin and I are... - her mouth has fallen open.
"Shut up," she breathes, delight seeming to bloom across her face instantly. "Shut up, no way." Her chair scrapes abruptly as she rises to her feet (because how he expects her to stay put with news like that is ridiculous), Isla stepping out from the table already with the full intention of squeezing Remi into a very pregnant hug. "That is the best news, Remi - congratulations, both of you! How did... when did... gods, just tell me everything."
Snorting and conceding to the superiority that is the man cold, Isla immediately notices - as Remi had no doubt done when the roles were reversed - as he grows sheepish and his cheeks heat up. Her brows draw together in a not-quite frown, the Remedy mildly puzzled more than concerned. "How I felt...?" she begins, but then before he's gotten the words out properly - before he's even gotten past Ronin and I are... - her mouth has fallen open.
"Shut up," she breathes, delight seeming to bloom across her face instantly. "Shut up, no way." Her chair scrapes abruptly as she rises to her feet (because how he expects her to stay put with news like that is ridiculous), Isla stepping out from the table already with the full intention of squeezing Remi into a very pregnant hug. "That is the best news, Remi - congratulations, both of you! How did... when did... gods, just tell me everything."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
