Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
Plants of all kinds always draw Evie's eye, like shiny particles distract the eyes of corvids, or how a woman consumed with baby fever might keenly notice every newborn in a mile radius. How are these things related? Well, something about the potted plant not only tugs her eyes, but a funny thread in her breastbone. Something that says take, protect, grow.
As her hands come to investigate - gentle, experienced - the edge of the note beneath the pot catches her eye. Reading it, Evie feels her heart drop with the weight of reading Rae's name, exhaling a wheezelike sound that would be otherwise humorous. Yet she still picks up the plant, hands certain and sure as she holds it close to her chest, accepting this monumental responsibility. "At least Deimos is used to my plant collecting," she laughs, and it definitely doesn't come out a little hysterical as she swiftly heads for their house, too paranoid already to put the plant anywhere else than the impressive safety of the Ignatius household.
- Fin!
As her hands come to investigate - gentle, experienced - the edge of the note beneath the pot catches her eye. Reading it, Evie feels her heart drop with the weight of reading Rae's name, exhaling a wheezelike sound that would be otherwise humorous. Yet she still picks up the plant, hands certain and sure as she holds it close to her chest, accepting this monumental responsibility. "At least Deimos is used to my plant collecting," she laughs, and it definitely doesn't come out a little hysterical as she swiftly heads for their house, too paranoid already to put the plant anywhere else than the impressive safety of the Ignatius household.
- Fin!
and the strength you still keep inside
