so fragile yet so devious

and my heart ran away with me

"Mmm. Duchess school clearly paid off." He murmurs, letting that thread of conversation slip away. "Nate? I shouldn't think so." Remi replies shaking his head. "I...do not think many do. Just those who were there. " His voice is low, his accent somewhat muted by the guilt he feels.

Isla's wings slip away, and now that it isn't quite so uncomplicated to give her back his abilities, he opens his mouth as if to object. She didn't sleep, and he didn't much either—there was more flying to be had if she wanted. But as soon as her arms are around him, anything that isn't the feel of her is utterly gone from his mind. Wrapping his arms around her and leaning his cheek against the top of her head, Remi nods, his beard likely scratching against her scalp. "I am too." He agrees wearily.

Her reassurances do wonders, and Remi finds himself relaxing into her hug. "Same goes for you. Not death, not wars, not even stupidly charming but very old boyfriends will change it." Grinning, her clutches her close, fully expecting to be hit for that.

remi

Styling stolen from Sky (obviously)