Isla
"It takes a very special kind of person and set of circumstances to make me nervous," Isla agrees, looking up at the alchemist and huffing out a long breath she doesn't need, nonetheless relieved to hear him speak. "Yes, I was wondering if it was a date as well. Which - you know - if it is, of course I don't mind, and I'm glad that Ronin is okay with it, and... and I'll stop digging this hole." She chuckles.
Remi comes to her rescue and urges them on with exactly the right words. Leaning against him once more, Isla nods. "Me too," she murmurs, resisting the urge to glance up at the stars because she wants to save it for when he finds them the right spot. And when he does, spreading a blanket out on the grass in a gesture that she can't help but find completely charming, she raises her eyebrows at him.
"I prefer doctor, if you please, sir." She grins, plopping down onto the blanket and reaching out to slip off her heels, folding her legs beneath her in a gesture that's as practiced as it is graceful. Patting the space next to her, Isla finally glances up at the sky overhead, and her lips part in an O of pure awe.
Remi comes to her rescue and urges them on with exactly the right words. Leaning against him once more, Isla nods. "Me too," she murmurs, resisting the urge to glance up at the stars because she wants to save it for when he finds them the right spot. And when he does, spreading a blanket out on the grass in a gesture that she can't help but find completely charming, she raises her eyebrows at him.
"I prefer doctor, if you please, sir." She grins, plopping down onto the blanket and reaching out to slip off her heels, folding her legs beneath her in a gesture that's as practiced as it is graceful. Patting the space next to her, Isla finally glances up at the sky overhead, and her lips part in an O of pure awe.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
