Isla
"I plan to be as safe as I can," Isla says, and it sounds more like a promise than she had anticipated. She tries on a smile for him, though she supposes it's not nearly as reassuring when her lips are red with his blood and it's all over her neck and her coat. Forced to step back a little as he butttons his pants again (and feeling her cheeks heat all over again as she realises how much their bodies take over in the moment), Isla guides Remi's hand back against his neck to apply pressure as she leads them away.
"You can absolutely say no to me. I will just worry about you endlessly," she informs him, as if that's something Remi is even remotely likely to do. Reaching back, she takes his free hand to give it a squeeze, glancing over her shoulder and making haste towards the clinic. "Thank you." She almost whispers it, knowing it to be selfish and absolutely against her nature. But it's like a hole she can't pull herself out of, but for Remi's hand pulling her up.
"I suppose I could just stop biting your most vulnerable parts," she remarks, a wry smile creeping across her face. "Sinking my teeth into your throat is always going to be playing with fire."
"You can absolutely say no to me. I will just worry about you endlessly," she informs him, as if that's something Remi is even remotely likely to do. Reaching back, she takes his free hand to give it a squeeze, glancing over her shoulder and making haste towards the clinic. "Thank you." She almost whispers it, knowing it to be selfish and absolutely against her nature. But it's like a hole she can't pull herself out of, but for Remi's hand pulling her up.
"I suppose I could just stop biting your most vulnerable parts," she remarks, a wry smile creeping across her face. "Sinking my teeth into your throat is always going to be playing with fire."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
