[se] the poems we write

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

Evie obligingly - and dramatically - flips to a new page where she makes two columns for each gender and a third for names that could work for either, and puts Erebos firmly at the top of the male side. It's a lovely name, and she's quite happy to leave it there.

Unfortunately, the others that Deimos shares makes her nose wrinkle, and she can tell by the way he makes no commentary on her own that he likely feels the same about hers as she does about his. "Emile is the only decent one of those, and I still don't love it." But shouldn't they have at least one other option? It's not like either of them has ever done this before, so social norms weren't exactly relevant, but it feels a little too easy. "Emrys? Elwen?" She shrugs to herself and turns her gaze back to Deimos. "Honestly I'm not liking many of the options with that letter. But it feels too easy, right? I don't think most parents settle on a favorite that quickly do they?" Humor hangs on her lips, at a loss but not unpleasantly so.

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me