EVEREST
'A low bar, if that's the case.' He mumbles. A surprising pang clutches at his heart, or what feels like it anyways, as Isla shifts, parting just enough to have the aviator wanting to chase the warmth of her. "Oh, be careful. I have been known to get quite fixated on learning new things." Tilting his head to the side, Ever offers the Remedy as mischievous a smile as he's capable.
Having thought of nothing save for the ancient's body and the things he might experience within her bed, it takes Everest a few moments before he can answer. "Well..." Far be it for the aviator to stereotype, but certainly, this struck him as the sort of conversation that could go terribly wrong if he wasn't careful. "..I think I like you Isla." Ever begins, blushing but holding her gaze. "I've"never liked anyone before in that way, so I can't be sure. It could just be the endorphins I suppose." Which, yes, it absolutely also was. 'But if it was anything else...music, cooking, the best herbs for pain relief...wouldn't it be nice to not have to teach me everything? To be surprised, or...or at least vaguely matched in skill?"
Frowning at his own poor choice of words, Ever wrinkled his nose as his fingertips continued to wander down Isla's warm before jumping ship and falling to her side instead.
'Or maybe because it's sex that's not the right way to think about it." He adds after a moment, his palm fitting itself against her hip. "I'm not sure."
Having thought of nothing save for the ancient's body and the things he might experience within her bed, it takes Everest a few moments before he can answer. "Well..." Far be it for the aviator to stereotype, but certainly, this struck him as the sort of conversation that could go terribly wrong if he wasn't careful. "..I think I like you Isla." Ever begins, blushing but holding her gaze. "I've"never liked anyone before in that way, so I can't be sure. It could just be the endorphins I suppose." Which, yes, it absolutely also was. 'But if it was anything else...music, cooking, the best herbs for pain relief...wouldn't it be nice to not have to teach me everything? To be surprised, or...or at least vaguely matched in skill?"
Frowning at his own poor choice of words, Ever wrinkled his nose as his fingertips continued to wander down Isla's warm before jumping ship and falling to her side instead.
'Or maybe because it's sex that's not the right way to think about it." He adds after a moment, his palm fitting itself against her hip. "I'm not sure."
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
