Isla
Smiling hard enough that her cheeks hurt, Isla raises her free hand to shade her face as they step out into the blinding sunlight, leaning in a little so she might murmur something mischievous and secretive back to the aviator. "Ever," she murmurs, "just you showing up would be something I would have considered to be a romantic gesture, flowers or no flowers. That means the world," she assures him, drifting leisurely towards the overhang and the cool shadow it offers. (For Ever, at least; Isla will bask in the sunlight as much as possible).
Spotting a couple of outside tables and chairs stacked nearby, she gestures as if to ask if he'd prefer to sit, before pausing to hear him out. Her smile fades into something warmer but no less genuine, and she gives his hand a brief squeeze. "That sounds very logical," she agrees with a nod. "And important for both of us," she adds. "I imagine this version of you is something you're still getting used to as well...?"
The apology for the lily, the island, and everything that had followed has been sitting like a weight on her chest ever since the moment it had happened, and Isla has been working up to it again, not wanting to dredge it up too soon. She'd apologised before, sure, but not to this Everest, and it's just dancing towards the tip of her tongue when he goes and beats her to it. Isla's eyes widen, then brim with unshed tears, and she blinks them quickly away.
"It felt anything but right at the time," she says in a tight, quiet voice. "I want you to know that. I regret every second you were suffering because of something I did. And I'll always be sorry for it, however necessary it might have been. But... thank you. It means a lot, to know that you aren't upset."
Spotting a couple of outside tables and chairs stacked nearby, she gestures as if to ask if he'd prefer to sit, before pausing to hear him out. Her smile fades into something warmer but no less genuine, and she gives his hand a brief squeeze. "That sounds very logical," she agrees with a nod. "And important for both of us," she adds. "I imagine this version of you is something you're still getting used to as well...?"
The apology for the lily, the island, and everything that had followed has been sitting like a weight on her chest ever since the moment it had happened, and Isla has been working up to it again, not wanting to dredge it up too soon. She'd apologised before, sure, but not to this Everest, and it's just dancing towards the tip of her tongue when he goes and beats her to it. Isla's eyes widen, then brim with unshed tears, and she blinks them quickly away.
"It felt anything but right at the time," she says in a tight, quiet voice. "I want you to know that. I regret every second you were suffering because of something I did. And I'll always be sorry for it, however necessary it might have been. But... thank you. It means a lot, to know that you aren't upset."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
