EVEREST
The walls could be decorated in blood for all Everest knew, such was the state of his singular focus. His blue eyes tracked the Remedy as she ushered him in, closing the door before drawing him back to her again. Shivering slightly, her touch leaving a trail of gooseflesh to show where her fingertips had been, as Ever gazed down at Isla with boyish uncertainty. But...she had said he needed to find out what he liked, though whether touching Isla was meant to be for his pleasure or hers, he wasn't entirely sure.
Taking another one of those deep breaths that's almost painful, Ever takes a small step backward to bring more of the Remedy into his view. With a thoughtful expression but precisely no idea where to begin, the aviator swallows. "You'll tell me if you don't like anything?" With fingers that trembled from a distinct lack of blood flow as much as anything else, Everest raised his hands and leth is palms ghost over Isla's shoulders. His fingers brushed over her collarbones, and, being far too intimidated to touch her breasts yet, descended to her ribs. "I almost feel as though I oculd wrap my hands around you." He murmurs through a distracted smile as his palms gently contour the shape of her body until they reach her waist. Thumbing at the fabric of her dress that it might move across her skin, his lips part in silent wonder at the taught skin he was only just realizing must be underneath.
"You're so beautiful."
Taking another one of those deep breaths that's almost painful, Ever takes a small step backward to bring more of the Remedy into his view. With a thoughtful expression but precisely no idea where to begin, the aviator swallows. "You'll tell me if you don't like anything?" With fingers that trembled from a distinct lack of blood flow as much as anything else, Everest raised his hands and leth is palms ghost over Isla's shoulders. His fingers brushed over her collarbones, and, being far too intimidated to touch her breasts yet, descended to her ribs. "I almost feel as though I oculd wrap my hands around you." He murmurs through a distracted smile as his palms gently contour the shape of her body until they reach her waist. Thumbing at the fabric of her dress that it might move across her skin, his lips part in silent wonder at the taught skin he was only just realizing must be underneath.
"You're so beautiful."
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
