you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine He tastes sweet on her tongue - something Isla both has and hasn't noticed before, such is the strangeness of the sensation - and as Remi sits forward and pulls her closer, Isla melts all around him. His fingers in her hair, his touch along her back, it all sets a fire that burns hotter even than the one that is consuming the infirmary. Somehow this gets more difficult each time rather than easier, and she has to force herself to splay her hands across his chest, easing herself away from him. Already breathless in a literal sense, Isla still seems hazy and flushed as she gazes across at him. With eyes almost glowing in the dim light that filters through the window behind Remi and blood painting her lips, she can't help but smile to him. "Are you--" she begins, only for a sharp whistle across in the kitchen to cut her off. The kettle is boiling.