Isla
"I can't take all the credit for making it through. I had help," Isla says bashfully, resisting the urge to push at Ever's shoulder as if that might halt the flow of his pride for her. "And I meant more you and I, but... in general is true as well, I guess. Especially in the past few seasons, since Starfall came..." Something is brewing, something that has capital letters and brings ash and death on the wing, but Isla won't say that out loud. It might make it come true all the faster.
Distracted by his remark as much as his boyish smile, Ever does succeed in cracking through the Remedy's reverie, at least, and she leans up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "To last place, then," she murmurs, and if they'd had their wine she'd have toasted to it. Oh well.
Settling comfortably against him and relishing the heat rolling from his body and the way his hands take shape around her, Isla's eyes are starting to slip shut when the aviator speaks again, and she blinks up at him in mild confusion. (Mentioning that she's a doctor has her thinking that he's secretly been nursing a broken bone or something this whole time). But it's not medicine but the promise of life on his lips, of potential second chances, and gods but Isla has told Ever she's falling in love with him - he doesn't have to make it happen faster.
Unable to respond with words - he knows what he's offered, she thinks, and why - instead the Remedy leans up and kisses him - hard. It's the sort of kiss that speaks of desperate gratitude and relief, her arms snaking around him to clutch him close without meaning to. "Thank you," she whispers once they finally part, nosing beneath his chin to nestle against the side of his neck.
Distracted by his remark as much as his boyish smile, Ever does succeed in cracking through the Remedy's reverie, at least, and she leans up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. "To last place, then," she murmurs, and if they'd had their wine she'd have toasted to it. Oh well.
Settling comfortably against him and relishing the heat rolling from his body and the way his hands take shape around her, Isla's eyes are starting to slip shut when the aviator speaks again, and she blinks up at him in mild confusion. (Mentioning that she's a doctor has her thinking that he's secretly been nursing a broken bone or something this whole time). But it's not medicine but the promise of life on his lips, of potential second chances, and gods but Isla has told Ever she's falling in love with him - he doesn't have to make it happen faster.
Unable to respond with words - he knows what he's offered, she thinks, and why - instead the Remedy leans up and kisses him - hard. It's the sort of kiss that speaks of desperate gratitude and relief, her arms snaking around him to clutch him close without meaning to. "Thank you," she whispers once they finally part, nosing beneath his chin to nestle against the side of his neck.
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
