ISLA
Isla smiles back at Everest from her place seated on the other side of the boat, her chin propped in her hands, her elbows resting atop her knees as she watches him. She had, of course, offered to row the boat with him - several times, in fact - before admitting defeat and sitting back like a good passenger, the sun playing through her loose curls and setting the silvery threads adorning her blue sundress to sparkling. "I would never accuse you of overpacking," she informs him sweetly, eyes sparkling with mischief. Not in so many words, anyway.
Sitting up and gazing out across the isles, Isla's smile fades somewhat as her mind circles back to where it always seems to end up these days. The marks of fatigue beneath her eyes can be shrugged off as too many late nights working or too many stressful patients, but in truth, it's the man opposite who consumes most of her waking thoughts.
"Are you happy, Ever?" she asks suddenly, gazing across at him. "As you are, I mean. It doesn't... bother you, or anything, that you're so wrapped up in this business with the void and The Family? Or that everyone is trying to cure you?"
Sitting up and gazing out across the isles, Isla's smile fades somewhat as her mind circles back to where it always seems to end up these days. The marks of fatigue beneath her eyes can be shrugged off as too many late nights working or too many stressful patients, but in truth, it's the man opposite who consumes most of her waking thoughts.
"Are you happy, Ever?" she asks suddenly, gazing across at him. "As you are, I mean. It doesn't... bother you, or anything, that you're so wrapped up in this business with the void and The Family? Or that everyone is trying to cure you?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
