Isla
Isla's back does hit the wall eventually, something which only finds her caged in by Ever (happily so, mind you) and his impossibly blue eyes. Smiling helplessly away from the aviator as well, it's a fruitless endeavour with the warmth of him so close and available, the Remedy finding her fingers ghosting across his chest quite without her permission. "And you are charming, and funny, and a wonderful date," she informs him easily.
Glancing up to meet his eyes again, she tilts her head coyly to one side. "You know," she murmurs, "we could always go and look over the side of Stormbreak tomorrow. It isn't as though the sun will have risen to ruin the view. If you wanted to go to that inn you booked now, I mean..."
Glancing up to meet his eyes again, she tilts her head coyly to one side. "You know," she murmurs, "we could always go and look over the side of Stormbreak tomorrow. It isn't as though the sun will have risen to ruin the view. If you wanted to go to that inn you booked now, I mean..."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
