ISLA
"Wings would have made sense," Isla agrees softly, her brow furrowing as if trying to decipher why beaver had come to the forefront instead of anything else, wondering if it had been something in Ever's subconscious that neither of them had considered. (And more than one filthy joke comes to mind, it's true, but she keeps that quite to herself). She's just convinced her wandering attention back front and centre, in fact, when a strong but gentle arm slips around her waist, and suddenly the aviator is much closer than she'd anticipated.
Her breath catching and her cheeks flushing further, Isla can't quite believe that such brief contact is enough to get her so flustered, and it takes a beat or two before she's able to level a sly smile back towards Ever. "I have a couple," she admits, her own voice dipping low and intimate, "but none of them are appropriate to show you out here in public, I'm afraid. And I wouldn't want to abandon our date. There are so many more stalls to see, no?"
Her breath catching and her cheeks flushing further, Isla can't quite believe that such brief contact is enough to get her so flustered, and it takes a beat or two before she's able to level a sly smile back towards Ever. "I have a couple," she admits, her own voice dipping low and intimate, "but none of them are appropriate to show you out here in public, I'm afraid. And I wouldn't want to abandon our date. There are so many more stalls to see, no?"
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
