ISLA
She wishes that his words were as comforting as he wants them to be. His touch, at least, does everything that words can't, and she's able to compose herself enough to speak even if she has no intention of stepping away from him. Perhaps she should, though, given what she says next. "Remi, I have scalpels in my fingers and I know where all your major arteries are," she whispers. "And I'm close enough right now to reach all of them. If anything ever happens where I'm not in control of myself, for whatever reason..."
Isla shakes her head again. Powerful as the Lullaby might be, he can bleed just like everyone else. Still, with wet cheeks flushed silver, she accepts the kiss to her forehead - and his explanation, as it all comes tumbling out. To hear it was part of a shrine has her eyes widening, and suddenly Isla feels very silly indeed. "Oh gods, Remi - I'm so sorry." The apology rushes out of her as she moves to hug him again. "What a mess for you. What... how did Ronin take it?"
Isla shakes her head again. Powerful as the Lullaby might be, he can bleed just like everyone else. Still, with wet cheeks flushed silver, she accepts the kiss to her forehead - and his explanation, as it all comes tumbling out. To hear it was part of a shrine has her eyes widening, and suddenly Isla feels very silly indeed. "Oh gods, Remi - I'm so sorry." The apology rushes out of her as she moves to hug him again. "What a mess for you. What... how did Ronin take it?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
