Evie
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
“My taste in names for romantic figures to daydream about could definitely be questioned,” she laughs, cheeks going a touch pink recalling the envisioned characters she’d pondered and sighed after in her youth. Or so she would claim as her youth, blatantly ignoring the books still occupying their shelves in the here and now.
Any remaining tension evaporates as Micah begins to eat, the threads of anxiety unspooling and leaving her limp like putty against the cupboards. Tilting her head sideways as his voice rumbles like a distant storm into her ears, she manages a tired smile. “Relieved. A little tired. Excited, too.” An array of emotions, all of them fighting in her head. “Hungry myself. Have you eaten?” Longing for the comfort of familiar motions, his own close presence. A return to cherished habits after an entire day of unfamiliar territory and upheaval.
Any remaining tension evaporates as Micah begins to eat, the threads of anxiety unspooling and leaving her limp like putty against the cupboards. Tilting her head sideways as his voice rumbles like a distant storm into her ears, she manages a tired smile. “Relieved. A little tired. Excited, too.” An array of emotions, all of them fighting in her head. “Hungry myself. Have you eaten?” Longing for the comfort of familiar motions, his own close presence. A return to cherished habits after an entire day of unfamiliar territory and upheaval.
beauty falls into disarray
