Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Good. That way we can match on the dance floor," Isla tells him with a wink. "Make sure you practice your waltz - then I can show you some of my other moves." The double entendre doesn't at all need to be stated, but the Remedy's pebble blues glitter with humour nonetheless.
Left thoroughly twitterpated by just a couple of kisses, Isla has to stop herself from hooking a leg around Ever's hips to anchor him close and rush through the (quite different) dance they're in the middle of; instead she scoffs and glances around as if to spot the hidden eyes in the walls. "Not go. Just tell them to press a glass against the wall and listen instead," she says, walking her fingers down his chest to chase after the next button.
"I would love to hear what you like," she whispers, almost against the line of his jaw as her free hand slips down to join the other, as if worried he might step away from her before she can get his shirt open.
Left thoroughly twitterpated by just a couple of kisses, Isla has to stop herself from hooking a leg around Ever's hips to anchor him close and rush through the (quite different) dance they're in the middle of; instead she scoffs and glances around as if to spot the hidden eyes in the walls. "Not go. Just tell them to press a glass against the wall and listen instead," she says, walking her fingers down his chest to chase after the next button.
"I would love to hear what you like," she whispers, almost against the line of his jaw as her free hand slips down to join the other, as if worried he might step away from her before she can get his shirt open.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
