Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"I'm glad you didn't, because I don't know that I would have let you go a second time," Isla admits right back through soft laughter, releasing him so he can fetch their wine and fuss accordingly. She does take a grateful sip of the vintage when he comes back to join her on the bed, finding it to be exactly what she needs - and a very good wine at that.
"Difficult as it was, I do think this was good for you," she agrees, feeling heat in her cheeks as he takes her hand, his lips gentle and soft against her knuckles. Not because of a lack of skill on Ever's part and not even anything to do with her, per say, but the experience alone seems to have allowed the aviator to shine in ways Isla could never have taught him.
Setting down her glass and giving his fingers a gentle squeeze, feeling fluttery and deeply content all at once, the Remedy finds herself suddenly resenting the distance between them. Shifting back to lay amongst the sheets and pillows and encouraging Everest to do the same, Isla tucks herself against his side, her head resting on his chest.
"I hope you weren't planning on doing anything else tonight," she jokes, "because I don't think I'm going to let you leave this bed."
"Difficult as it was, I do think this was good for you," she agrees, feeling heat in her cheeks as he takes her hand, his lips gentle and soft against her knuckles. Not because of a lack of skill on Ever's part and not even anything to do with her, per say, but the experience alone seems to have allowed the aviator to shine in ways Isla could never have taught him.
Setting down her glass and giving his fingers a gentle squeeze, feeling fluttery and deeply content all at once, the Remedy finds herself suddenly resenting the distance between them. Shifting back to lay amongst the sheets and pillows and encouraging Everest to do the same, Isla tucks herself against his side, her head resting on his chest.
"I hope you weren't planning on doing anything else tonight," she jokes, "because I don't think I'm going to let you leave this bed."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
