Got a bag full of clothes, a bottle of wine. Only say how I feel From the back of my mind
Ever lets out a soft, huffed laugh as Isla presses that kiss to the side of his neck, the faintest shiver running down his spine despite the warmth around them. "I’ve certainly received worse threats," he murmurs, voice low with something undeniably fond, his arms briefly tightening around her before she begins to sit up. "I’ll try not to make a habit of walking off without you, then." A pause, then drier: "Though fair warning, if you do try to follow me onto a skyship, I will insist on basic safety regulartions."
When she covers his hand, when she promises, something in Ever visibly relaxes. Not because he’s ready now, necessarily—but because there’s no pressure in it. No deadline. Just permission, quietly and simply given. He nods once, and though he doesn’t say thank you, it glows in the way his fingers thread briefly between hers before he lets her go.
"You're right," he agrees, glancing toward the untouched array of food like it's only just come back into focus. Ever shifts, sitting upright with all the precision of someone who’s resisting the urge to pull Isla right back into his lap. "It would be a waste of data not to try everything."
~FIN
When she covers his hand, when she promises, something in Ever visibly relaxes. Not because he’s ready now, necessarily—but because there’s no pressure in it. No deadline. Just permission, quietly and simply given. He nods once, and though he doesn’t say thank you, it glows in the way his fingers thread briefly between hers before he lets her go.
"You're right," he agrees, glancing toward the untouched array of food like it's only just come back into focus. Ever shifts, sitting upright with all the precision of someone who’s resisting the urge to pull Isla right back into his lap. "It would be a waste of data not to try everything."
~FIN
