Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Having been enjoying the (yes, rare) peace and quiet of the morning, as Ever's voice cracks through the apartment Fern isn't the only one jolted awake in surprise. Isla is already on her feet, instinctively hushing and rocking the infant, cradling her closer against her chest as she starts wailing in earnest. "We're here," she calls just as Ever comes into view, dishevelled and barefoot and only barely out of bed by the look of things. His oh has her raising her eyebrows a little, concern flooding her expression even as she fights the adrenaline also thundering through her body.
Her is everything okay? dies on her lips as the aviator states the very obvious, leaving Isla blinking at him in confusion while the rest of her is focused on lulling their daughter into soft complaints rather than outraged cries of displeasure. "I... those two things are correlated, yes," she agrees, brow furrowing now as he steps up to the balcony railing. Once Fern is no longer announcing her good morning to the neighbourhood, the Remedy settles her carefully in the bassinet nearby.
"She has two parents," she reminds Ever as she joins him at the balcony, reaching out to rest a warm hand on his arm. "And sometimes I will pick her up, and she won't be where you expected her to be. But that doesn't mean anything is wrong. I just wanted to let you sleep a little longer."
Her is everything okay? dies on her lips as the aviator states the very obvious, leaving Isla blinking at him in confusion while the rest of her is focused on lulling their daughter into soft complaints rather than outraged cries of displeasure. "I... those two things are correlated, yes," she agrees, brow furrowing now as he steps up to the balcony railing. Once Fern is no longer announcing her good morning to the neighbourhood, the Remedy settles her carefully in the bassinet nearby.
"She has two parents," she reminds Ever as she joins him at the balcony, reaching out to rest a warm hand on his arm. "And sometimes I will pick her up, and she won't be where you expected her to be. But that doesn't mean anything is wrong. I just wanted to let you sleep a little longer."
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
