EVEREST
Ever's eyes searched Isla's, as if the word she'd spoken might be reflected in her pebble blues so he could verify it with another of his senses. His hearing had failed him so often in the past, and —yes, I'd like that.
Now colour did flush across his cheeks, and had he still possessed a mind not lavender-soaked, he might have suddenly worried that he did have heat stroke. Instead, he raised one careful hand and with unsteady fingers, let them ghost over Isla's cheek before anchoring gently in her hair. It was the sort of thing he'd clearly seen before, rendering the movements a bit clunky and disingenuous until feel took over and his fingers softened as the hell of his palm curved around her cheek.
Unsure where his other hand ought to go, somewhere, he was sure, Ever blinked away the itch of it from his mind as he pulled his gaze from Isla's stare and to her lips. Taking a breath—his life had literally been changed before, so this felt a touch more monumental than it should have—he leaned down to press his lips against hers.
Softer than Mateo's, Ever's mouth felt too large against Isla's. Like he might swallow her whole if he wasn't careful; that his palm on her cheek was too big, that he was towering improperly over her despite not being that much taller. So, before what they could be doing could even really be called kissing, Ever pulled back with a start. "—sorry. I...don't think that was right."
Now colour did flush across his cheeks, and had he still possessed a mind not lavender-soaked, he might have suddenly worried that he did have heat stroke. Instead, he raised one careful hand and with unsteady fingers, let them ghost over Isla's cheek before anchoring gently in her hair. It was the sort of thing he'd clearly seen before, rendering the movements a bit clunky and disingenuous until feel took over and his fingers softened as the hell of his palm curved around her cheek.
Unsure where his other hand ought to go, somewhere, he was sure, Ever blinked away the itch of it from his mind as he pulled his gaze from Isla's stare and to her lips. Taking a breath—his life had literally been changed before, so this felt a touch more monumental than it should have—he leaned down to press his lips against hers.
Softer than Mateo's, Ever's mouth felt too large against Isla's. Like he might swallow her whole if he wasn't careful; that his palm on her cheek was too big, that he was towering improperly over her despite not being that much taller. So, before what they could be doing could even really be called kissing, Ever pulled back with a start. "—sorry. I...don't think that was right."
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
