so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
It's true that, these days, Ever spends more of his time at her apartment than not on his visits down to Torchline - and Isla has never complained about it, not even once. Having fallen into a strange and domestic sort of bliss the likes of which she hasn't enjoyed since Cal had been alive, the Remedy has been coasting through Flowerbirth so far with little thought of Starfall or the void infection. Until, of course, a conversation with Flora that afternoon.
Now she waits for the aviator to get home with concern all too apparent in her expression, and her medical bag sits on the kitchen counter as if to remind her not to get caught up his arrival. She doesn't disbelief Flora, not after all she's said and where she'd gotten the information, but gods if the doctor in her doesn't want to examine it for herself, whether or not Ever is aware or happy about it.
Now she waits for the aviator to get home with concern all too apparent in her expression, and her medical bag sits on the kitchen counter as if to remind her not to get caught up his arrival. She doesn't disbelief Flora, not after all she's said and where she'd gotten the information, but gods if the doctor in her doesn't want to examine it for herself, whether or not Ever is aware or happy about it.
