Isla
"Well, you can save learning that about yourself for another time. Or preferably get Ronin to sort out his feet and you can learn it about yourself with him." Isla snorts and wrinkles her nose - safe to say that regardless how much they've been talking about it, that definitely isn't something she's really on board with. (She'd much rather suck his dick than his toes, put it that way).
Speaking of things that aren't happening, Isla does at least kick off her heels again and settle back on the blanket with Remi and his waggling fingers, though she does raise her eyebrows at him, as if to sense the silence where she's sure some sass is meant to be. "Is there a problem, Mr. Taliesin?" she wonders, holding up her starmap and poking a few more holes through it to add to the details.
Of course she knows there's a problem, really, glancing surreptitiously down at his lap before her eyes move back to his face.
Speaking of things that aren't happening, Isla does at least kick off her heels again and settle back on the blanket with Remi and his waggling fingers, though she does raise her eyebrows at him, as if to sense the silence where she's sure some sass is meant to be. "Is there a problem, Mr. Taliesin?" she wonders, holding up her starmap and poking a few more holes through it to add to the details.
Of course she knows there's a problem, really, glancing surreptitiously down at his lap before her eyes move back to his face.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
