EVEREST
"You have." The aviator agrees, and while his tone is far less sing-song than it was in the high heat with the full impact of the drugs singing in his veins, his ability to maintain eye contact and smile at the same time hasn't abandoned him yet.
Raising his eyebrows a touch uncertainly—he assumed the question was rhetorical but thought it wise not to press further—Ever returns her smile. "We?" The uncertainty spreads, and though he doesn't trip over himself to try and connect the missing dots, there's a rather boyish blankness in his eyes as he tries to recall having ever flown Isla to the Greatwood.
As they reach the clinic, Ever reaches out to pull open the door, shading his eyes with his free hand to adjust to the pleasant darkness within. It's only once he's inside that he's aware of just how warm he still is; having burned more than he thought, the heat radiating off of his skin was annoying enough to have him planning on taking a quick dunk in the healing fountain before heading to La Verbena.
Raising his eyebrows a touch uncertainly—he assumed the question was rhetorical but thought it wise not to press further—Ever returns her smile. "We?" The uncertainty spreads, and though he doesn't trip over himself to try and connect the missing dots, there's a rather boyish blankness in his eyes as he tries to recall having ever flown Isla to the Greatwood.
As they reach the clinic, Ever reaches out to pull open the door, shading his eyes with his free hand to adjust to the pleasant darkness within. It's only once he's inside that he's aware of just how warm he still is; having burned more than he thought, the heat radiating off of his skin was annoying enough to have him planning on taking a quick dunk in the healing fountain before heading to La Verbena.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
