we're always running scared but holding knives
Okay, I'll just take your salvation and fuck right off then, is what Isla wants to say, given just how sassy Remi has been over the last few days. Alright, he's always sassy, but this is inching towards the broody, and it makes it rather difficult to make conversation. But of course as his voice softens and he makes his request, the doctor raises her eyebrows and nods, lifting one of the (several) candles away from the doorframe and shielding it with one hand as she heads over towards him.
"If there is mistletoe," she teases, before remembering herself and how the relationship she has with Remi has been strained to say the least as of late. Clearing her throat and holding the candle just so, she tilts her head up at him. "What is it?"
"If there is mistletoe," she teases, before remembering herself and how the relationship she has with Remi has been strained to say the least as of late. Clearing her throat and holding the candle just so, she tilts her head up at him. "What is it?"
Isla
