Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"Don't put yourself down," Isla says softly, smiling a kiss against the side of his neck. "I prefer the real version of you to anything the void might have made you into. Once I know your boundaries a little better, though, you best prepare yourself, because you're going to struggle to go anywhere without me. At least for a bit." It's a threat ruined by her quiet laughter, Isla peeking up at him and seeming utterly at ease to sit here in the dappled light of the afternoon, their picnic abandoned around them for now.
At the idea of overnight conditions, the Remedy gently bites the inside of her cheek and reaches up to cover Ever's hand with her own. "The second you feel ready to spend the night, consider it done," she assures him. For Isla's part, she was of course ready yesterday, but this isn't about her. And so, leaving that decision with the aviator, she finally and carefully begins to sit herself up from him.
"Much as I know none of this will go to waste, you still worked very hard on it," she says, gesturing again at last to the food. "So I feel perhaps we should enjoy it while it's at its best, no?"
At the idea of overnight conditions, the Remedy gently bites the inside of her cheek and reaches up to cover Ever's hand with her own. "The second you feel ready to spend the night, consider it done," she assures him. For Isla's part, she was of course ready yesterday, but this isn't about her. And so, leaving that decision with the aviator, she finally and carefully begins to sit herself up from him.
"Much as I know none of this will go to waste, you still worked very hard on it," she says, gesturing again at last to the food. "So I feel perhaps we should enjoy it while it's at its best, no?"
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
