I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
"We should all have dinner sometime. I know he'd like to see you as well. Only...not tonight." Smiling a touch crookedly, the I'd like you all to myself very much clear in the too-eager way Everest folded Isla against his chest, he hummed his agreement into her hair. "I would absolutely like seeing you to become a habit." He agrees, playfully twisting her words but finding the meaning utterly genuine.
"I can safely say that it will." Everest laughs before reaching out to smooth back an errant bit of hair clinging to her cheek. His gaze lingers, as does his hand, lost in the pebble-blue shine of her eyes such that he suddenly can't recall what he actually had planned for them. "Oh, before I forget." It's the flush in her cheeks that has him suddenly patting at his own pockets, where he produces two rather large knitted bags of beans. They'd been placed in front of a fire for hours in the hope they'd retain the heat, and thus be able to keep Isla's pockets (and hands) warm. "If at any point you get too cold, just let me know." Undoubtedly she would, and while some things went without saying, others didn't.
Holding his arm out for her, the aviator smiles slightly to himself. "I have to admit, Mateo helped with the choice of dress. I think I could have done alright on my own, but I thought you deserved to have an experts opinion."
"I can safely say that it will." Everest laughs before reaching out to smooth back an errant bit of hair clinging to her cheek. His gaze lingers, as does his hand, lost in the pebble-blue shine of her eyes such that he suddenly can't recall what he actually had planned for them. "Oh, before I forget." It's the flush in her cheeks that has him suddenly patting at his own pockets, where he produces two rather large knitted bags of beans. They'd been placed in front of a fire for hours in the hope they'd retain the heat, and thus be able to keep Isla's pockets (and hands) warm. "If at any point you get too cold, just let me know." Undoubtedly she would, and while some things went without saying, others didn't.
Holding his arm out for her, the aviator smiles slightly to himself. "I have to admit, Mateo helped with the choice of dress. I think I could have done alright on my own, but I thought you deserved to have an experts opinion."
Everest
