Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"That was my thinking as well. Perhaps you could even create a sample board for yourself. Wood from different trees, notes on how they might be used, what their properties are best suited towards..." As hobbies go, it sounds absolutely perfect for a couple of nerds, and given that they have already agreed to multiple dates experiments, Isla doesn't mind dedicating an afternoon to Ever's strong instincts, even if she desperately has to keep any off-colour jokes to herself.
Nodding her agreement and reaching for another blackberry, her fingers accidentally brush against the aviator's as they linger at the edge of the container, but it might as well be deliberate for the way even the brief, warm contact sends a quiet thrill through her. "Terminology aside, I think that's a good plan. In terms of pure logistics, there are more resources in that space as well." Places to sit, utentils for cooking and eating, blankets, lighting and so on.
Sensing, almost instinctively, the way Ever has gone still and quiet, Isla's lips part to ask if he's alright when he's suddenly reaching out to take her hand, the gesture as simple as it is enormous. "It never seems to bad to me, if you're the one doing the having," she says softly. "And it's not just an offer - it's a promise." She squeezes his fingers gently. "I might have only been on a date with this version of you for an hour, but I already feel like I know you quite well. I hope that isn't too forward of me to say."
Nodding her agreement and reaching for another blackberry, her fingers accidentally brush against the aviator's as they linger at the edge of the container, but it might as well be deliberate for the way even the brief, warm contact sends a quiet thrill through her. "Terminology aside, I think that's a good plan. In terms of pure logistics, there are more resources in that space as well." Places to sit, utentils for cooking and eating, blankets, lighting and so on.
Sensing, almost instinctively, the way Ever has gone still and quiet, Isla's lips part to ask if he's alright when he's suddenly reaching out to take her hand, the gesture as simple as it is enormous. "It never seems to bad to me, if you're the one doing the having," she says softly. "And it's not just an offer - it's a promise." She squeezes his fingers gently. "I might have only been on a date with this version of you for an hour, but I already feel like I know you quite well. I hope that isn't too forward of me to say."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
