Isla
Likely holding onto Ever just as much as he needed to brace against her, as his lips meet hers again the Remedy is left afloat in something simple and pure, the likes of which she hasn't felt in long enough that it doesn't seem real, even as she feels it happening. Blinking open her eyes to gaze up at him as he parts just enough for her to spot the dimples in his smile, Isla can almost hear the words before he says them, and some ridiculous part of her wants to reach up and press her fingers over his mouth to stop them tumbling out.
Things like no you don't, or you don't know what you love, or that's not how things go for me fight for purchase on her lips, Isla biting all of them back and letting one of her hands drift to cup against Ever's cheek. It's true, though, that her track record is one tragedy after another. Her I love yous go to people who are married, or who die, or who don't return the feeling, and she's not sure yet that she can bear to put that curse on Ever.
Only it might already be too late for it.
"I'm falling in love with you," she whispers, as if to say it without saying it. "Every day a little more. And it makes me nervous."
Things like no you don't, or you don't know what you love, or that's not how things go for me fight for purchase on her lips, Isla biting all of them back and letting one of her hands drift to cup against Ever's cheek. It's true, though, that her track record is one tragedy after another. Her I love yous go to people who are married, or who die, or who don't return the feeling, and she's not sure yet that she can bear to put that curse on Ever.
Only it might already be too late for it.
"I'm falling in love with you," she whispers, as if to say it without saying it. "Every day a little more. And it makes me nervous."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
