you're living make believe

Isla take your medicine "Are you alright--" Isla tries, but no sooner has she finished her previous thought when Remi's lips are upon hers. Drowning in his heat and in the closeness she'd been craving since the sight of the Lullaby putting her patients to sleep, her arms loop around his neck, staining red where they press against the bite. It takes far too long for her to get her senses about her, so good does Remi feel, but she eventually forces herself back again, blushing and sad and painfully aware that she always seems to leave him frustrated. "Is this wise right now?" she asks. The infirmary, the bodies, the potential for impending doom and disaster... One might say yes, actually. A very big yes, when it comes to Remi and Isla. But they can't continue down this road forever, and they both know it.