EVEREST
One might think that no matter the amount of comical situations or "this is the part where" 's that Ever found himself in, that he'd never be able to see them without the gift of hindsight. Now, you'd be correct in so thinking, but that didn't mean Everest was entirely without intuition. It was just very quiet. And cloaked in purple smoke.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks suddenly, but not without thought. Asking, and consent in general, would always be very important for the aviator, and though later he'd learn that being asked could be an ick for some or an indication of a lack confidence for others, for now with the cards in his hand, asking was important.
Only with Isla so close did he really understand that yes, he really did want to kiss her. She seemed soft in a way he wanted to verify with his hands, and given how life-changing his last kiss with a woman had been, unbidden anticipation was already releasing butterflies in his stomach. He wanted more, in fact, and it was partially for that reason he wanted to go to the House of Midnight. But a kiss? That at least he thought he could do without embarrassing himself too much.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
