just a moment to hold

Isla

"Well I should hope I did not look like a foot," Isla says with playful haughtiness. "It's only supposed to be a suggestion of it, Remi. You know, giving suitors the impression that you are sexually vivacious, letting them imagine how you might look in those sorts of scenarios and all that." He rescues them with the quip about Ronin, and Isla grins to him. "And the worst part? If Ronin and I were to dance together it probably wouldn't look so out of place." Bluebloods, what could you do?

But Remi is continuing, and Isla can't help the girlish smile that spreads across her lips to hear him say as much about rivers of stars and small prices to pay. He shifts closer, too, and if she had breath it would be caught in her throat, her hands coming up automatically to gently press against his chest, his heart thrumming away beneath her fingers. "Do you know, Remi," Isla says softly, her cheeks dusted by starlight and her pebble blues thoroughly enamoured, "that with that kind of charm offensive, I believe you would have anyone like putty in your hands."

She scrunches her nose playfully. "And if this were a date, I would probably be helpless to stop you from kissing me, if that was what you wanted."

we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives