Got a bag full of clothes, a bottle of wine. Only say how I feel From the back of my mind
Gently raising his eyebrows, the aviator considers Isla's offer for just a second or so before nodding. "Of course I will. Though, I will probably need to check in with Flora first." The queen had seemed quite annoyed with him that afternoon, not that he could really understand why.
"You're most welcome." Given his recent proclivities, Everest had to remind himself to stay a polite distance from Isla, not to immediately begin undressing himself or her, and to keep his commentary respectful. These things did come naturally to him of course, but muscle memory had his fingers twitching a touch at his sides, wanting to reach out for her. Her smile soothed him almost as forcefully as Dahlia's kiss once had; in the last several weeks, not a single person had looked at him the way she was now, nor had made him feel as she was doing despite their tricks, abilities, and extensive skillsets.
"Shall we?" Setting down his wine glass, Ever extended a hand toward the former duchess.
"You're most welcome." Given his recent proclivities, Everest had to remind himself to stay a polite distance from Isla, not to immediately begin undressing himself or her, and to keep his commentary respectful. These things did come naturally to him of course, but muscle memory had his fingers twitching a touch at his sides, wanting to reach out for her. Her smile soothed him almost as forcefully as Dahlia's kiss once had; in the last several weeks, not a single person had looked at him the way she was now, nor had made him feel as she was doing despite their tricks, abilities, and extensive skillsets.
"Shall we?" Setting down his wine glass, Ever extended a hand toward the former duchess.
