Evie
this floral patterned imagery makes me feel like hell
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
With the trappings of leadership dealt with swiftly, there are far more exciting notions of sharing the news and the manner by which to do it. But first -
Evie sinks into his kiss, eyes shut against the brightness of the sky beyond him, lingering in the warmth of his hands and lips against her. The stress of the news about Noah, Rae's plant, the checkup, the reveal...it all melts away, leaving her malleable and relaxed in his hold. And perhaps a little drugged-looking when he withdraws, pleasantly buzzed by his affections.
"I will tell Hadama and Alys," she exchanges in turn, and tries not to laugh at the pair of them and their close-knit style of friendships leaving them so few people to tell. "If anyone notices or asks I don't intend to keep it a secret, but I don't want to do more than that. No official announcements." The people of Halo would surely figure it out before then, and telling them all in an official capacity feels grossly self-aggrandizing.
Memory kicks in shortly thereafter, and Evie sweeps back her hair with a puff of air in her cheeks, the beauty of the moment giving way to stress anew. "Also, I need to tell you that I found something. A plant in a pot, to be precise, with a note from Rae asking me to take care of it until the end of the season." The absolute scale of that request is daunting, which is clearly translated on her face. Rae is everything to Evie. "I've put it in our greenhouse at home so nobody but you and I will know of it." And therefore it will be safer than nearly anything, as Evie is certain neither will tell a soul aside from each other.
Evie sinks into his kiss, eyes shut against the brightness of the sky beyond him, lingering in the warmth of his hands and lips against her. The stress of the news about Noah, Rae's plant, the checkup, the reveal...it all melts away, leaving her malleable and relaxed in his hold. And perhaps a little drugged-looking when he withdraws, pleasantly buzzed by his affections.
"I will tell Hadama and Alys," she exchanges in turn, and tries not to laugh at the pair of them and their close-knit style of friendships leaving them so few people to tell. "If anyone notices or asks I don't intend to keep it a secret, but I don't want to do more than that. No official announcements." The people of Halo would surely figure it out before then, and telling them all in an official capacity feels grossly self-aggrandizing.
Memory kicks in shortly thereafter, and Evie sweeps back her hair with a puff of air in her cheeks, the beauty of the moment giving way to stress anew. "Also, I need to tell you that I found something. A plant in a pot, to be precise, with a note from Rae asking me to take care of it until the end of the season." The absolute scale of that request is daunting, which is clearly translated on her face. Rae is everything to Evie. "I've put it in our greenhouse at home so nobody but you and I will know of it." And therefore it will be safer than nearly anything, as Evie is certain neither will tell a soul aside from each other.
