when it's just the two of us, only the two of us
"Something like that," Isla says with a weak smile, though she doesn't say anything more about it. A democracy with a queen and a king, if such a thing existed. Luckily, Remi's laughter has her forgetting all about the Grounds, Isla's smile blooming into a bright grin as she focuses more on the dimples in the alchemist's cheeks and the quiet warmth in his voice.
"Me too," she mumbles to him. "And luckily for you, I am just as bad - and I don't want it to be all or nothing either." As his arm moves up, Isla doesn't have to think twice, shuffling beneath it to lean against him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. "Gods, we're a pair of idiots, aren't we?" she mumbles.
And then, because if they're not going to make it all or nothing, "...the next time you come to visit the Grounds, would you like to hear about the new upgrade I am working on?" There's a familiar sort of inquisitiveness in her gaze as she peeks up at him.
"Me too," she mumbles to him. "And luckily for you, I am just as bad - and I don't want it to be all or nothing either." As his arm moves up, Isla doesn't have to think twice, shuffling beneath it to lean against him, letting her head rest against his shoulder. "Gods, we're a pair of idiots, aren't we?" she mumbles.
And then, because if they're not going to make it all or nothing, "...the next time you come to visit the Grounds, would you like to hear about the new upgrade I am working on?" There's a familiar sort of inquisitiveness in her gaze as she peeks up at him.
i could die
Isla
