Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Isla catalogues everything about Everest with the subtle glances of a medic and the personal investment of the aviator's former (present, with any luck) girlfriend. The flush to the tips of his ears, the one-two rhythm against the satchel and the way he shifts the weight of it at regular intervals, the flickering - and then steadying - way he holds her gaze. Chuckling at the remark about buttons, she glances over him as if trying to imagine it. (And to imagine him without any of it, something which is also infuriatingly easy to do).
"I doubt you would have lasted in this heat in such an outfit," she says. "This is a clear winner. Linen especially, given the sun." It also makes him look very casually wind-tossed, which she happens to thoroughly enjoy, Isla biting that part of her compliment back so they can stroll down and onto the beach.
"Of course you're meant to be somewhere," she adds warmly. You're meant to be with me. "You're on a date." Tipping him a playful wink, Isla takes in his proposed picnic spot with a tilt of her head and a nod.
"It would be more than acceptable. Of all the spots available, this one is ideal." Leading the way over to it and lingering in the dappled sunlight so Ever can take his place in the shade, she gestures for him to finally be able to put down his satchel. "I hope it wasn't too heavy to carry around."
"I doubt you would have lasted in this heat in such an outfit," she says. "This is a clear winner. Linen especially, given the sun." It also makes him look very casually wind-tossed, which she happens to thoroughly enjoy, Isla biting that part of her compliment back so they can stroll down and onto the beach.
"Of course you're meant to be somewhere," she adds warmly. You're meant to be with me. "You're on a date." Tipping him a playful wink, Isla takes in his proposed picnic spot with a tilt of her head and a nod.
"It would be more than acceptable. Of all the spots available, this one is ideal." Leading the way over to it and lingering in the dappled sunlight so Ever can take his place in the shade, she gestures for him to finally be able to put down his satchel. "I hope it wasn't too heavy to carry around."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
