ISLA
"Yeah? I will remember this day, Remi Taliesin. I'll remember it when you get your first grey hair - or even better - when Ronin gets his," Isla informs him sweetly, tilting her head to smile up at him like butter wouldn't melt. Of course, it backfires dramatically as he lifts them off the ground with a powerful beat of his wings, Isla's grip tightening around him all over again. "Remi!" His name is wrapped around a surprised peal of laughter, Isla unable to wipe the grin off her face at his casual display of strength.
"Alright, you have proved your point," she says haughtily. "I am finished body-shaming you, as long as you have finished accusing Cal of being a cradle snatcher." Either way, she releases him enough to link arms with him instead, and they stroll off into the night back towards the dancing lights of Haulani.
~FIN
"Alright, you have proved your point," she says haughtily. "I am finished body-shaming you, as long as you have finished accusing Cal of being a cradle snatcher." Either way, she releases him enough to link arms with him instead, and they stroll off into the night back towards the dancing lights of Haulani.
~FIN
she's a runner
rebel, and a stunner
rebel, and a stunner
