ISLA
"Well I certainly won't be telling him. So unless someone else does, he shouldn't hate you for it." Just the other stuff that he hates Remi for. Silver linings and all that? Either way, thoughts of Nate are soon clouded by war and violence on the horizon, and as Remi's arms fold around her Isla lets herself melt against him. She doesn't care if his beard is scratchy or if his shirt is damp from being on the cliff edge, and she smiles against his chest to hear his agreement.
And his jab about Varus, Isla squirming only to find him clutching her closer, and she barks out a laugh and gives him a gentle thump on the back for his audacity. "Does it count if he was offline for those 300 years?" she wonders. "He rarely acts his age, at least. And he doesn't creak and pop when he leans down and gets up, unlike some people."
And his jab about Varus, Isla squirming only to find him clutching her closer, and she barks out a laugh and gives him a gentle thump on the back for his audacity. "Does it count if he was offline for those 300 years?" she wonders. "He rarely acts his age, at least. And he doesn't creak and pop when he leans down and gets up, unlike some people."
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
