Isla
Isla doesn't want to stop - it's only the necessity of it that grounds her, that leaves her reeling in the alchemist's arms with blood on her lips and heat on her cheeks. "It's okay," she tells him, still sounding terribly distracted even if the chemical cocktail between them is rapidly losing its grip. Her grip on him becomes similarly gentle, palms pressing to his chest rather than twining around him, but as her feet hit the ground she can hardly be called steady.
"You don't have to be sorry," she assures Remi, carefully wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a bloody streak in its wake. Whilst she's no longer coiled around the alchemist, she hasn't actually stepped back, despite the return of the awkwardness from before. "It's the first time I've felt anything like that in..." Isla shakes her head, allowing herself a somewhat wry smile.
"Are you alright?" Fingers dance up to see to the mark on his neck, trying very hard to ignore the rather pressing issue between them.
"You don't have to be sorry," she assures Remi, carefully wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, leaving a bloody streak in its wake. Whilst she's no longer coiled around the alchemist, she hasn't actually stepped back, despite the return of the awkwardness from before. "It's the first time I've felt anything like that in..." Isla shakes her head, allowing herself a somewhat wry smile.
"Are you alright?" Fingers dance up to see to the mark on his neck, trying very hard to ignore the rather pressing issue between them.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
