Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Needing absolutely no evidence to believe him fully, Isla is left smiling up at the aviator as if unsure whether she believes he's actually real, or if she's just dreamed him up in bits and pieces and projected it onto some handsome stranger. Luckily, she doesn't think any handsome stranger could make her feel like this just by kissing her, and it's with one hand still pressed against his chest and the other gently playing through the back of his curls that she reluctantly draws back.
"Oh?" Isla blinks and follows the gesture of his fingers, leaning in to ghost her lips against his throat as if she might free the laughter stuck there. "That's how it feels for me, too," she says, surprising herself in her agreement. "Or sometimes here, as well." So saying, she takes one of Ever's hands to press it softly against the space just beneath her ribs.
"Like an ache, like missing someone even when they're right here."
"Oh?" Isla blinks and follows the gesture of his fingers, leaning in to ghost her lips against his throat as if she might free the laughter stuck there. "That's how it feels for me, too," she says, surprising herself in her agreement. "Or sometimes here, as well." So saying, she takes one of Ever's hands to press it softly against the space just beneath her ribs.
"Like an ache, like missing someone even when they're right here."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
