just a moment to hold

Isla

"And yet, bluebloods did it all the same. Then again, heels were the most subtle thing about it for Northaven. I used to wonder whether half the ladies had forgotten the rest of their dresses back at home," Isla admits, tilting her head up at Remi and - of course - being completely in the dark about the conversations that Star and Lullaby might have had previously without her presence. "Then perhaps we'll have to arrange it," she says suddenly, unaware of the awkward little knife she's unintentionally twisting.

Anyway - back to the real awkwardness. Isla's body registers the heat from Remi's hand, the pressure of his fingertips, and she sunbconsciously presses into it. It's true that the physical sensation might be missing, and along with it any overt signs of her attraction, but that doesn't mean shit to her emotions. Her eyes cut easily through the darkness, catching the way Remi's cheeks flush, and Isla's chin tilts up a fraction, bringing their lips closer than their eyes are currently.

"Well," she all but whispers, "if this were a real, proper, Northaven date, one might say that propriety would come into it." A daring smirk flickers across her face, then. "But I'd say throw caution to the wind, because gods if you wouldn't be worth every sly look from every blueblood from here to Torchline."

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