EVEREST
"Usually I'm not very good at pretending, but..." Everest's smile grows crooked as the words slide from his lips in time with the plucking of the strings, and when he shrugs, the guitar seems to sigh with the movement. Tracking Isla's movements in a way that's more cat-like than canine, the aviator can only chuckle as she sits.
"I know that's what you meant." He admits softly as if imparting a secret. Glancing at her through his curls before dropping his gaze back to the guitar, Everest taps one bare foot against the sand as he listens to Isla list off the sorts of things anyone might find on her dating profile.
Tutting under his breath, the aviator offers the medic a playfully disapproving look that has one dimple darkening his unshaven, and, fine, slightly sun-pinked cheek. "You really think I wouldn't have realized a woman like you enjoyed good wine or long walks on the beach?" Raising his eyebrows, the aviator purses his lips slightly as if offended.
'That must have been quite...' Pausing, the strings twang and slide beneath his fingers as he searches for the right word. "-exhilarating." He says, of Isla's sneaking, and it's with a too-blue stare that he seeks out Isla's gaze again to see if he was right.
"I know that's what you meant." He admits softly as if imparting a secret. Glancing at her through his curls before dropping his gaze back to the guitar, Everest taps one bare foot against the sand as he listens to Isla list off the sorts of things anyone might find on her dating profile.
Tutting under his breath, the aviator offers the medic a playfully disapproving look that has one dimple darkening his unshaven, and, fine, slightly sun-pinked cheek. "You really think I wouldn't have realized a woman like you enjoyed good wine or long walks on the beach?" Raising his eyebrows, the aviator purses his lips slightly as if offended.
'That must have been quite...' Pausing, the strings twang and slide beneath his fingers as he searches for the right word. "-exhilarating." He says, of Isla's sneaking, and it's with a too-blue stare that he seeks out Isla's gaze again to see if he was right.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
