Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Oh.
Oh. Hello there, sudden tidal wave of maternal instinct.
Evie hadn't expected to hear that title for another year or more, and it pops her heart like a balloon, taking her spine with it. Gods, how is she going to tell Deimos they have a second child? Because Evie already loves her plants more than she should, and now this one is looking at her with eyes like grass and calling her mother.
Her giggle is a little hysterical as she reaches up to thumb soil from his cheek, brain trying to hurdle eighteen logical fallacies to find common ground with a heart that has suddenly grown roots of certainty. "Humanity is a lot louder, huh?" Noisy, busy, uncomfortable. It's why Evie has tried to crawl into the soil herself half her life.
The confirmation that he remembers everything she had shared while he grew makes her beam, free hand habitually going to a pregnancy bump that is no longer there. "It did. A son - his name is Erebos." She'd laughed in this humid, sunlit space over the fact that they couldn't find any other boy names they liked, and she wonders now if he has named himself in light of that. Or perhaps Rae had? "And yours?" She has to look up a full foot to meet his eyes, not unlike how she has to with Deimos, and the comparison strengthens her resolve. Deimos will understand. Their hearts are as big as their home, and Evie has plenty of planter boxes if her new, giant son would prefer that over a bedroom of his own.
Oh. Hello there, sudden tidal wave of maternal instinct.
Evie hadn't expected to hear that title for another year or more, and it pops her heart like a balloon, taking her spine with it. Gods, how is she going to tell Deimos they have a second child? Because Evie already loves her plants more than she should, and now this one is looking at her with eyes like grass and calling her mother.
Her giggle is a little hysterical as she reaches up to thumb soil from his cheek, brain trying to hurdle eighteen logical fallacies to find common ground with a heart that has suddenly grown roots of certainty. "Humanity is a lot louder, huh?" Noisy, busy, uncomfortable. It's why Evie has tried to crawl into the soil herself half her life.
The confirmation that he remembers everything she had shared while he grew makes her beam, free hand habitually going to a pregnancy bump that is no longer there. "It did. A son - his name is Erebos." She'd laughed in this humid, sunlit space over the fact that they couldn't find any other boy names they liked, and she wonders now if he has named himself in light of that. Or perhaps Rae had? "And yours?" She has to look up a full foot to meet his eyes, not unlike how she has to with Deimos, and the comparison strengthens her resolve. Deimos will understand. Their hearts are as big as their home, and Evie has plenty of planter boxes if her new, giant son would prefer that over a bedroom of his own.
know that daybreak is not far away
