Isla
Narrowing her eyes playfully at Everest - because she has heard him sing before, and it was thoroughly charming (had she been falling in love with him then, she wonders?) - Isla's expression melts into something both concerned and amused at the tale he has to tell. Because of course the aviator is fine, given that he's whole and alive before her now, but gods. "I wonder if your parents know half the things you got up to as kids," she says instead, smirking and heading up to the room he's prepared.
Only, once again, Everest Hart successfully ties her tongue as he opens the door to reveal a perfectly comfortable space that suits Isla right down to the ground. With her lips softly parted, the Remedy steps into the room and glances back at Ever's explanation, feeling something golden and gentle unravel in her chest as she looks over him. "You..."
Her bag hits the ground with a soft thump, Isla closing the distance between them with a kiss born of affection instead of lust, her arms looping around him as if to help ferry him properly into the room with her. "I would like to spend the evening with you," she whispers against his lips. "I'd like to spend a lot of evenings with you, to be honest."
Only, once again, Everest Hart successfully ties her tongue as he opens the door to reveal a perfectly comfortable space that suits Isla right down to the ground. With her lips softly parted, the Remedy steps into the room and glances back at Ever's explanation, feeling something golden and gentle unravel in her chest as she looks over him. "You..."
Her bag hits the ground with a soft thump, Isla closing the distance between them with a kiss born of affection instead of lust, her arms looping around him as if to help ferry him properly into the room with her. "I would like to spend the evening with you," she whispers against his lips. "I'd like to spend a lot of evenings with you, to be honest."
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
