ISLA
"I am incredibly subtle, how dare you." Isla gives an exaggerated gasp at that, though her wide grin tells that he has every right to roll his eyes at her. Very quickly, though, their talk is growing dark, and Isla pauses once they are away from the worst of the clifftops. "Does he know?" she asks quietly. "That it was you, I mean."
As for arguing about it, the medic turns, dismissing her partially shifted wings so she might cross the distance between them to slip her arms around Remi, holding him in a tight hug. "I don't want to argue about it either," she mumbles. "I'm just... very sad, that this is happening. That's all." She huffs out an unnecessary sigh, pressing her cheek against his chest.
"You'll always be my best friend, though," she mumbles. "War or no war. That won't change, I promise."
As for arguing about it, the medic turns, dismissing her partially shifted wings so she might cross the distance between them to slip her arms around Remi, holding him in a tight hug. "I don't want to argue about it either," she mumbles. "I'm just... very sad, that this is happening. That's all." She huffs out an unnecessary sigh, pressing her cheek against his chest.
"You'll always be my best friend, though," she mumbles. "War or no war. That won't change, I promise."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
