if it falls, I would hold on for all it's worth.

Isla

to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering

"Good," Isla says softly, keeping out of the way of Everest as he unpacks their picnic with the exact same sort of precision as he would have done when they'd been together, if not with a touch more labelling and positioning now. That had never changed about him, not with any amount of void kisses, and she finds herself caught watching him quite by accident, her hands clasped and a smile blooming across her lips. It's almost irresistible, the urge to reach out and grab him by the linen shirt and pull him against her, and only his glance upwards brings her back to the here and now.

Quietly clearing her throat and trying to ignore the flush to her own cheeks, she raises her eyebrows at the sudden, somewhat desperate shift in subject. "Woodworking?" she repeats, setting her sandals down at the corner of the blanket where they can help weigh it down from any stray breeze from the sea. "Structural woodworking, or more like a hobby?" she wonders as she takes a careful seat beside him in the sunshine. As an aviator she imagines the former would be very useful, but she can also see Ever whittling away at something to pass the time.

"This all looks wonderful, by the way. Thank you for preparing it all," she adds, gesturing to the picnic. "Shall we have some wine, before it warms up too much?"

fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!