Isla
"Well I certainly refuse to take all of the credit, so you will have to accept some of it," Isla informs Ever with a shrug that brokers no room for argument, though she fails somewhat at keeping a serious expression on her face. As for the trajectory of his gaze, there's no forgiveness needed; if anyone is entitled to look at Isla to their heart's content, it's the man she loves. Indeed, shifting in the water enough to lean an arm on the lip of the bathtub, her tanned skin is left oil slick and softly steaming where it leaves the water, Isla peering up at the aviator curiously.
"Exposure therapy, mm? Someone has been reading medical texts again." It's alright though, Ever - that makes two of them. Watching with an interest that is anything but clinical as he removes his shirt, Isla hums out a sigh and considers. "Well, I don't see anything immediately awry. But I imagine you would benefit from a full physical examination. And you'll have to be quite a bit closer for that, I'm afraid."
"Exposure therapy, mm? Someone has been reading medical texts again." It's alright though, Ever - that makes two of them. Watching with an interest that is anything but clinical as he removes his shirt, Isla hums out a sigh and considers. "Well, I don't see anything immediately awry. But I imagine you would benefit from a full physical examination. And you'll have to be quite a bit closer for that, I'm afraid."
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
