Isla
"I thought so too," Isla says, glancing back towards Ever with a smile; ironic, really, that the chaos and entropy of her very nature would feel like a logical step in the explanation for all of this. It feels somewhat comforting too, she realises, to surrender to the possibility that some things just are when it comes to Dygra, that this isn't the result of something they did or did not do. In this way it can be a boon, a surprise even, rather than a mistake.
His arm around her is more reassurance than she ever thought she might need, and even in the new silence that stretches between them, Isla finally lets herself start to relax; untangling her fingers from his hand, she tucks herself against his side like she might be able to hide from the weight of their new reality there. And when Ever speaks - a confirmation she'd already begun to suspect but something that wedges itself deep beneath her ribs - Isla lets out a long, deep sigh, pressing her eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears.
"I'm glad." Sniffling and hurriedly wiping at her eyes, she gazes up towards Ever and leans in without thinking, her lips whispering across the scruff of his jaw. "I want to make it work with you too." And as for the reading, the unexpected lightness of the comment knocks her so off guard that Isla finds herself laughing properly now, nodding to him. "I wonder if your parents have some books we could borrow," she suggests, before the reality of the statement hits. "Gods, we'll need to decide when to tell people."
His arm around her is more reassurance than she ever thought she might need, and even in the new silence that stretches between them, Isla finally lets herself start to relax; untangling her fingers from his hand, she tucks herself against his side like she might be able to hide from the weight of their new reality there. And when Ever speaks - a confirmation she'd already begun to suspect but something that wedges itself deep beneath her ribs - Isla lets out a long, deep sigh, pressing her eyes shut against the sudden sting of tears.
"I'm glad." Sniffling and hurriedly wiping at her eyes, she gazes up towards Ever and leans in without thinking, her lips whispering across the scruff of his jaw. "I want to make it work with you too." And as for the reading, the unexpected lightness of the comment knocks her so off guard that Isla finds herself laughing properly now, nodding to him. "I wonder if your parents have some books we could borrow," she suggests, before the reality of the statement hits. "Gods, we'll need to decide when to tell people."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
