Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Even the most complex of tasks can be made simple if you break it down into manageable pieces," Isla says cheerfully, with an air of knowing from experience. Which of course Ever would also be aware of given her profession, her personality, the things they've already experienced together and the problems they've worked through, even if his personality had been much more loose than it is now.
Letting her thumb brush across the back of his hand, though the aviator might not move much if at all, Isla certainly feels the sudden weight of his gaze, the way it's more than, and though she wants to glance away at being so seen, she doesn't. Indeed, when the question she's been hoping for finally spills from his lips, she's already nodding. "I would really like that, yes," she tells him, setting down her wine glass and turning to face him properly on the blanket.
"It would be alright if you kissed me, if you touched me, if you do anything you think feels right," she adds, because the gods know that kissing and holding hands is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the things she wants.
Letting her thumb brush across the back of his hand, though the aviator might not move much if at all, Isla certainly feels the sudden weight of his gaze, the way it's more than, and though she wants to glance away at being so seen, she doesn't. Indeed, when the question she's been hoping for finally spills from his lips, she's already nodding. "I would really like that, yes," she tells him, setting down her wine glass and turning to face him properly on the blanket.
"It would be alright if you kissed me, if you touched me, if you do anything you think feels right," she adds, because the gods know that kissing and holding hands is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the things she wants.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
