Isla
Remi draws back and Isla has to resist the urge to follow, especially as her fingers twitch as if to help him out with the obvious problems he might be having - because Ascended or not, that's still something she's reasonably certain she can do. "That's a shame," she murmurs. "I was quite enjoying being distracted by you." But he is right, she supposes, and so Isla shifts to lay back properly on the blanket again, her pebble blues on the dark sky above.
"So," she says. "How do we start? By poking the holes through the paper, or should I be studying these constellations first so I know I can remember them and find them again?" Honestly, with the feel of Remi - however muted - still on her lips, Isla couldn't really care less about the stars, but she forces herself to engage with it. Because she had cared, when she agreed to come out here with the alchemist.
"So," she says. "How do we start? By poking the holes through the paper, or should I be studying these constellations first so I know I can remember them and find them again?" Honestly, with the feel of Remi - however muted - still on her lips, Isla couldn't really care less about the stars, but she forces herself to engage with it. Because she had cared, when she agreed to come out here with the alchemist.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
