we're always running scared but holding knives
Blinking her surprise, it takes a second for Isla to realise what Remi is doing, but it's with chaotic delight on her face that she accepts the other half of the sandwich. "And that is for setting my Infirmary on fire and not telling me who did it!" she shouts, hurling it away through the vines. "So go fuck yourself, jungle!" Clearing her throat, she glances coyly up at Remi. "Do you think there are crocodiles down there that will enjoy those?"
Is there anything they need to establish? Gods, lots, probably, and Isla lets out a shivery sort of sigh as she thinks. "Well... I love you, and I just want to kiss your face and it's not even in a sexual way, but I won't because I know it won't go anywhere good. I think... unless it's important, maybe we keep war talk off the table? I don't mean like never bring it up, but more like... we both know it's happening. I don't need a constant reminder."
Is there anything they need to establish? Gods, lots, probably, and Isla lets out a shivery sort of sigh as she thinks. "Well... I love you, and I just want to kiss your face and it's not even in a sexual way, but I won't because I know it won't go anywhere good. I think... unless it's important, maybe we keep war talk off the table? I don't mean like never bring it up, but more like... we both know it's happening. I don't need a constant reminder."
Isla
