I think I can manage being collateral damage
"Is that a fact?" The aviator wonders; for how bold and no-nonsense Isla could be, Ever could absolutely see her being sneaky when she needed to. Now that he was thinking about it, he'd very much like to see that side of her.
"It isn't?" Looking appropriately crestfallen with his lower lip puckering out, just as he was going to say something about how it was a good thing he had Mateo—and Dahlia—to dress him, the flash of lace across Isla's upper thigh had the words dying instantly on his tongue. "If I say that you're my colour, can I try you on again?" He wonders, and gods if she wasn't sinking down to help with the fire he might have made a bid to find himself between her thighs once more.
"Amazing." Turning away from the ribbons of fire, Ever smiled over his shoulder before rolling onto the balls of his feet to stand and offering out a hand to help Isla do the same. "Had you ever had magic before this?"
"It isn't?" Looking appropriately crestfallen with his lower lip puckering out, just as he was going to say something about how it was a good thing he had Mateo—and Dahlia—to dress him, the flash of lace across Isla's upper thigh had the words dying instantly on his tongue. "If I say that you're my colour, can I try you on again?" He wonders, and gods if she wasn't sinking down to help with the fire he might have made a bid to find himself between her thighs once more.
"Amazing." Turning away from the ribbons of fire, Ever smiled over his shoulder before rolling onto the balls of his feet to stand and offering out a hand to help Isla do the same. "Had you ever had magic before this?"
Even if I had to lose you to know you I'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
