i'd block the sun if you want it done

I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands

"Mateo has worked out a way of doing it." The aviator explains proudly. "Something to do with stars his father used to make him when he was younger that held the light of the sun until later?" He shrugs. "He worked it out from there."

Taking a step back, Ever grins as he realizes what Isla has in mind, and gods if he needs any more reason to fall in love with her, her simple ingenuity seals it. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He chuckles, before stepping forward and nearly eliminating all the distance between them. "Now that my hands are free, at least, hi." So saying, he reaches his arms around her to draw her close. Even with the layers she's wearing Everest is able to feel the distinctly Isla shape beneath such that she might feel his breath stutter ever so slightly as he presses his cheek into her hair.

"I missed you. I know it's only been a few weeks, but...I did."

Everest

Table by the always stunning Sky!