when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
Their eyes lock and in the moment Isla is all but devoured anyway. She feels a small and fragile thing in the arms of a man she knows to be so devastatingly gentle that she can't fathom it, and at the same time brimming with a violence that has almost become natural to him. In reality, they've been dancing along this line since she walked back from the veil of death. Since they keep finding excuses to make their meetings intimate, since Isla can't shrug off the way she wants to feel something again.
Show me, Remi says, and she's already stepping back, her fingers dropping to the fabric of his shirt to trundle him along in her wake. It feels right, to let go. To say I'm done with putting other people first, to have what she wants. And something is lurking underneath all of this - something dark and out of sight - but selfishly, Isla is ignoring it for now. Ignoring it to feel Remi's lips against her own, to feel his hands on her body.
They move quickly through the darkness, and though the Hollowed Grounds are even more of a wreck than usual, the room that Bastien owns is still standing. It is, however, locked from the outside.
Show me, Remi says, and she's already stepping back, her fingers dropping to the fabric of his shirt to trundle him along in her wake. It feels right, to let go. To say I'm done with putting other people first, to have what she wants. And something is lurking underneath all of this - something dark and out of sight - but selfishly, Isla is ignoring it for now. Ignoring it to feel Remi's lips against her own, to feel his hands on her body.
They move quickly through the darkness, and though the Hollowed Grounds are even more of a wreck than usual, the room that Bastien owns is still standing. It is, however, locked from the outside.
i could die
Isla
