Isla
"And so what if I am?" Isla teases, stepping closer to him (if possible) now that they have their sights set on somewhere that isn't home. "I feel like assassins don't get flattered very much, what with all the wearing black and blending into the background. The biggest compliment is that you aren't seen, right?" Or at least, that's the case when the assassin in question isn't also her boyfriend.
I'll be there but I won't is more reassuring than Isla expects it to be, and the medic doesn't bother to hide the way her cheeks grow round with the force of her smile. "I suppose I will be able to hear you as well, right? As long as you are wearing your mask," she murmurs.
And as he leans in to whisper in her ear she feels a shiver start from the base of her neck and travel all the way down the length of her spine. "You'd better be. Otherwise how will I make sure you stay fighting fit?" she whispers back.
I'll be there but I won't is more reassuring than Isla expects it to be, and the medic doesn't bother to hide the way her cheeks grow round with the force of her smile. "I suppose I will be able to hear you as well, right? As long as you are wearing your mask," she murmurs.
And as he leans in to whisper in her ear she feels a shiver start from the base of her neck and travel all the way down the length of her spine. "You'd better be. Otherwise how will I make sure you stay fighting fit?" she whispers back.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
