I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
No doubt Isla will have come to know Everest well enough to see the tension that has forced his shoulders to round forward, will see the way his arms are folded tightly rather than comfortably across his chest, and how his jaw continually feathers. All of this while staring intently at the water pouring from the faucet. Something inside of him has awoken. At first it was only a tingle: an irritation in his fingers as he turned the taps on that slowly became an itch that roamed up his arm as the bath began to fill. The gentle bubbling of the water as it hit the ceramic tub made him want to flinch, the sound like scuttling feet that had entered through his ears and was now working its way down his nasal cavity and into his sinuses.
Biting at the inside of his cheek, it's with a distracted glance that he looks over his shoulder at Isla, hardly noticing the robe she's put on or the wine she's found. "I..." Returning his gaze to the water, the level now slightly beyond the point where it should have been turned off, Everest can only tighten his fingers as they wrap around his elbows, frowning deeply.
Biting at the inside of his cheek, it's with a distracted glance that he looks over his shoulder at Isla, hardly noticing the robe she's put on or the wine she's found. "I..." Returning his gaze to the water, the level now slightly beyond the point where it should have been turned off, Everest can only tighten his fingers as they wrap around his elbows, frowning deeply.
Everest
