when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"I hate that I have to be the one to make decisions about things I wouldn't care about, if it were just me," Isla mumbles in return, closing her eyes and turning her head to nestle further into the side of Remi's neck. The relief and love roar out of her now, even if it can't be the way it was, even if they have to work to turn it into something new, something that has evolved the same way they both have.
Grumbling as her foot is squashed by his own, Isla wiggles her toes as if she might tickle Remi's foot with them, and she slips an arm around him in return. "I'm absolutely baiting you for a visit. Is it working?" she wonders with a sly, fanged smile. "And your new skyboat? Now who's baiting, Remi? That sounds wonderful - I would love to see you sail on into the Grounds."
Grumbling as her foot is squashed by his own, Isla wiggles her toes as if she might tickle Remi's foot with them, and she slips an arm around him in return. "I'm absolutely baiting you for a visit. Is it working?" she wonders with a sly, fanged smile. "And your new skyboat? Now who's baiting, Remi? That sounds wonderful - I would love to see you sail on into the Grounds."
i could die
Isla
