ISLA
"You are a lot of things, Remi, but impolite is not one of them," Isla agrees, the smile on her face turning a little crooked. She moves far too easily into his arms, relaxing against his chest and bracing only a little as he takes to the air. The breeze musses her curls and has her squinting a little, and with the sea reflecting the sky above it's like they're flying through a bowl of stars.
Only then there's a distinct sensation of blackness beneath them. It shouldn't be, because that's not how water works, and yet Isla feels that sense of unease nonetheless. Nodding gently, she glances up at Remi and grins. "Here's hoping I don't hit the water like a tonne of bricks," she says sweetly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I'm ready if you are. Drop away."
Only then there's a distinct sensation of blackness beneath them. It shouldn't be, because that's not how water works, and yet Isla feels that sense of unease nonetheless. Nodding gently, she glances up at Remi and grins. "Here's hoping I don't hit the water like a tonne of bricks," she says sweetly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I'm ready if you are. Drop away."
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
