Isla
It's only you. Honestly, that isn't what Isla had been expecting - to hear that Remi was bisexual now rather than gay would have been much less surprising, and to say that she's both flattered and surprised would not do it justice. They're both blushing now, roses and starlight, and Isla clears her throat and looks away, because there's no way she has a response to that which isn't completely lame. "A free pass...? Oh, so you can... I see."
Her bare toes wiggle a bit on the blankets, Isla seeming utterly consumed by mapping out her stars. She isn't, of course - it's just an excuse so she doesn't end up too distracted, though it's a fruitless task. Her hands are steady and her eyes are keen, and so the main clusters of her stars become clear on her paper within mere moments. "Remi," she says suddenly, discarding the frame and turning towards him.
Her fingers seek out the lapels of his jacket, and she's pulling him into another kiss before her mind can tell her otherwise, and her feelings on the matter - and about him - roll off her in waves.
Her bare toes wiggle a bit on the blankets, Isla seeming utterly consumed by mapping out her stars. She isn't, of course - it's just an excuse so she doesn't end up too distracted, though it's a fruitless task. Her hands are steady and her eyes are keen, and so the main clusters of her stars become clear on her paper within mere moments. "Remi," she says suddenly, discarding the frame and turning towards him.
Her fingers seek out the lapels of his jacket, and she's pulling him into another kiss before her mind can tell her otherwise, and her feelings on the matter - and about him - roll off her in waves.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
