Isla
"Notebooks, yes - though perhaps not in 12 different ways," Isla quips, laughing under her breath. "The other two, not so much - maybe one day you can teach me how to steer La Verbena. Those aren't really the things I was thinking of, though. And no - I won't be expanding on that any further tonight, because it's too cheesy." Grinning now, she shifts to sit more comfortably on the bed, nodding gently at the aviator's reasoning.
"I was, yes, though not for very long I admit. To be honest, having been dead or Ascended for so long, even being able to taste and feel things again is a novelty. I don't take a moment of it for granted, these days." Which is why, even though the brilliant Doctor Lockwood has chosen white over red wine, she prefers both equally, accepting the glass Ever offers and clinking it against his own before taking a healthy sip.
Rather than a refill, though, she sets it down on the bedside table and scoots back properly into the pillows and sheets, holding her arms out for him. "Come here?"
"I was, yes, though not for very long I admit. To be honest, having been dead or Ascended for so long, even being able to taste and feel things again is a novelty. I don't take a moment of it for granted, these days." Which is why, even though the brilliant Doctor Lockwood has chosen white over red wine, she prefers both equally, accepting the glass Ever offers and clinking it against his own before taking a healthy sip.
Rather than a refill, though, she sets it down on the bedside table and scoots back properly into the pillows and sheets, holding her arms out for him. "Come here?"
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
