Isla
"Yes, well. Be that as it may, I would prefer it if tonight did not end in your death at all," Isla says, a small amount of the humour bleeding away from her tone of voice. Because he is still hurt right now, and her scarf is soaked red - she can smell the iron on the air all around them, even with her dulled senses. She hurries down the streets and turns the corner to the Temple, ushering Remi inside so they might get to the infirmary without being caught out by anyone.
Scoffing at his remark, she also prods at his collarbone and narrows her eyes. "I am a physician, Remi - I guarantee there are still some soft spots on you." So saying, she reaches out to prod at the area just above his hip, and the apples of his cheeks. "Not sure biting you in the face is any better, though," she mutters, shouldering open the infirmary doors and guiding him through the reception area.
Scoffing at his remark, she also prods at his collarbone and narrows her eyes. "I am a physician, Remi - I guarantee there are still some soft spots on you." So saying, she reaches out to prod at the area just above his hip, and the apples of his cheeks. "Not sure biting you in the face is any better, though," she mutters, shouldering open the infirmary doors and guiding him through the reception area.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
