Isla
Thinking him serious for a moment, Isla's eyebrows raise incredulously before she huffs out a laugh and resists the urge to swat at him. "Right, of course. How silly of me not to realise I could just stop." She smiles, the pink flush to her cheeks only growing deeper as the aviator continues. "We can't always control the way we feel," she says in his defence, knowing everything he says to be true, all the way from the supposed tos right up to the feeling it anyways.
For instance, the butterflies that take flight in her stomach as Ever catches her hand and kisses it are absolutely outside of Isla's control, and she shivers in a breath to feel his lips against her fingers, stepping forward suddenly to slip her arms around him. Still beneath the warm jet of water, the heat that kindles between them is even more delicious, though Isla leans in to let her head rest against the aviator's chest for a moment as if to savour the feel of him, whole and real and here and loving her, despite whatever uncertainties come along with it.
"You know, I'd still quite like to go to the inn now," she murmurs, a smile in her voice. "If that's alright with you."
For instance, the butterflies that take flight in her stomach as Ever catches her hand and kisses it are absolutely outside of Isla's control, and she shivers in a breath to feel his lips against her fingers, stepping forward suddenly to slip her arms around him. Still beneath the warm jet of water, the heat that kindles between them is even more delicious, though Isla leans in to let her head rest against the aviator's chest for a moment as if to savour the feel of him, whole and real and here and loving her, despite whatever uncertainties come along with it.
"You know, I'd still quite like to go to the inn now," she murmurs, a smile in her voice. "If that's alright with you."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
