Isla
Having been about to roll up the parchment and tie it off so that Ever could carry it without it unfurling, the aviator's sudden question hits the air and stills Isla's fingers in their task quite succinctly. Straightening and glancing around to look at him, it's with a tilt of her head and a very puzzled glint in her pebble blues that she regards him, shirtless and deeply tanned (no longer sunburnt, luckily) and so clever but so not at the same time.
"Yes," she says softly, and the word is almost a surprise to herself when she hears it, but it doesn't make it any less true. "Yes, I'd like that." It's with a gentle smile that she turns to face him properly, opting not to ruin things by making the first move. This doesn't seem like one of the learning experiences he'd been talking to her about, but he'd been the one to ask, after all.
"Yes," she says softly, and the word is almost a surprise to herself when she hears it, but it doesn't make it any less true. "Yes, I'd like that." It's with a gentle smile that she turns to face him properly, opting not to ruin things by making the first move. This doesn't seem like one of the learning experiences he'd been talking to her about, but he'd been the one to ask, after all.
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
