Isla
"Then birch is more than fine - it sounds like the best choice," Isla agrees with a small but decisive nod, resisting the urge to reach up and clasp Ever's cheeks and to scatter his face with kisses - just. And she is just as pleased to have his agreement with the driftwood mobile, nodding eagerly and stilling only so he can deliver a much wanted smooch to her forehead. "I would like that," she says. "Maybe we can go for a walk on the beach this evening and see if we can find any good pieces?" It won't be a stiflingly hot for Everest that way; Isla of course doesn't mind it one bit, and hopefully the same is therefore true of their daughter.
As the aviator moves to gather up the samples, Isla heads towards the little kitchenette to pour a glass of iced tea for them both. "It went really well, yeah," she says softly, smile quietly joyful at the memory of the conversation. "He was thrilled. Everyone I've told has been excited, honestly." She opts not to mention the darker parts of her conversation with the Flood, the parts centred on his own relationship. "And how did Mateo take it? And your parents?" she asks, bringing the tea over to offer Ever his glass.
As the aviator moves to gather up the samples, Isla heads towards the little kitchenette to pour a glass of iced tea for them both. "It went really well, yeah," she says softly, smile quietly joyful at the memory of the conversation. "He was thrilled. Everyone I've told has been excited, honestly." She opts not to mention the darker parts of her conversation with the Flood, the parts centred on his own relationship. "And how did Mateo take it? And your parents?" she asks, bringing the tea over to offer Ever his glass.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
