Isla
Holding a conversation with Everest - an Everest who is smiling without it looking like a grimace, who can hold eye contact with her and let it flicker away again to make him more comfortable, who has admitted to thinking about her, about them - it's a wonder that Isla hasn't already thrown her arms around him. Only how he'd been in their previous conversation, and the reminder of what he'd said - still me, not like I was before - tempers her reactions into something still breathlessly delighted for him, but still and otherwise calm.
"Is that something you would want?" she asks, almost whispering the words as she goes to follow him out of The Hanged Man, before faltering as if wondering what she's dropped as he extends a hand towards her. No, not towards her - for her. Swallowing back a lump in her throat and offering him another smile, she lets her fingers slip against his own, warm and soft but not clutching or grabbing, and heads for the exit.
"It's something I would like to try with you," she continues, not bothering to hide the heat in her cheeks. "I always liked you, Ever. You knew that from the beginning. And however you are now, I want nothing more than to get to know it properly."
"Is that something you would want?" she asks, almost whispering the words as she goes to follow him out of The Hanged Man, before faltering as if wondering what she's dropped as he extends a hand towards her. No, not towards her - for her. Swallowing back a lump in her throat and offering him another smile, she lets her fingers slip against his own, warm and soft but not clutching or grabbing, and heads for the exit.
"It's something I would like to try with you," she continues, not bothering to hide the heat in her cheeks. "I always liked you, Ever. You knew that from the beginning. And however you are now, I want nothing more than to get to know it properly."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
