so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
It's true, and she absolutely is going to continue to worry about it, but for at least right this instance, she's more interested in why Everest's hands continue to insist on being so polite, especially given her current position in his lap. "I expect you to do anything for yourself too," she quips, because it has taken a very long time for Isla to get to this point in her life, and if she can cultivate the same sort of hard-won self respect in the aviator, then everyone is a winner.
Raising a brow and allowing him to place her fingers against the side of his neck, Isla's fanged grin is one that promises a very thorough once over for Ever indeed. "It's a good thing I've been teaching you advanced first aid, isn't it?" she murmurs, slipping off his lap and snagging one of his hands to draw him to his feet. "You first. You're the patient, after all." She winks, before ferrying him off to the bedroom for a much more interesting game of doctor than this initial one had been.
~FIN
Raising a brow and allowing him to place her fingers against the side of his neck, Isla's fanged grin is one that promises a very thorough once over for Ever indeed. "It's a good thing I've been teaching you advanced first aid, isn't it?" she murmurs, slipping off his lap and snagging one of his hands to draw him to his feet. "You first. You're the patient, after all." She winks, before ferrying him off to the bedroom for a much more interesting game of doctor than this initial one had been.
~FIN
