Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Joke's on you, because I don't know that I'll ever get tired of hearing it," Isla retorts with a smile that threatens to hurt her cheeks, her fingers ghosting against his dimples as if to commit them to memory, finding them both necessarily similar and yet refreshingly different to another dimpled smile she knows very, very well.
Hiccuping in a breath that wants to become laughter as Ever suddenly shifts to roll over her, the Remedy clearly has no such reservations about their proximity; skimming her leg along the outside of his thigh, she hooks it comfortably across his hips with every intention of keeping him right where he is. "As the kids used to say, mm?" she whispers against his lips, though as playful as her tone might be, the way her cheeks burn pink entirely gives her away.
"I think I like like you as well, Everest. It's a good thing we've already arranged a date, isn't it?" No one said you had to date before having sex, after all.
Hiccuping in a breath that wants to become laughter as Ever suddenly shifts to roll over her, the Remedy clearly has no such reservations about their proximity; skimming her leg along the outside of his thigh, she hooks it comfortably across his hips with every intention of keeping him right where he is. "As the kids used to say, mm?" she whispers against his lips, though as playful as her tone might be, the way her cheeks burn pink entirely gives her away.
"I think I like like you as well, Everest. It's a good thing we've already arranged a date, isn't it?" No one said you had to date before having sex, after all.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
