Isla
Her cheeks flush with an anger that surprises no one more than Isla, and she reaches down (yes) and picks up a pebble to (yes) throw it at his chest. With their difference in strength, size and about every other attribute, it will likely do little more than ping pathetically off his pectorals, but it makes her feel slightly better.
"Just stop being so reasonable," she snaps, as if any chaos in his reaction would have meant there was something left inside him with her name on it. "You were my best friend. You gave your son my name, for gods' sake. How could you do something like this and think it was for the best?"
Because, surprise surprise, not that Remi will know or care, Isla's life has taken quite the nosedive since the war, and that's even after the blow of losing the Lullaby from her life. "Fuck," she hisses, mostly to herself, turning away from him and running her fingers back through her hair. "Fuck. I just... for fuck's sake. I'm sorry. This means nothing to you, I just... it's the first time I've seen your face in years, Remi."
"Just stop being so reasonable," she snaps, as if any chaos in his reaction would have meant there was something left inside him with her name on it. "You were my best friend. You gave your son my name, for gods' sake. How could you do something like this and think it was for the best?"
Because, surprise surprise, not that Remi will know or care, Isla's life has taken quite the nosedive since the war, and that's even after the blow of losing the Lullaby from her life. "Fuck," she hisses, mostly to herself, turning away from him and running her fingers back through her hair. "Fuck. I just... for fuck's sake. I'm sorry. This means nothing to you, I just... it's the first time I've seen your face in years, Remi."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
