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
Evie titters a fond laugh at this playfulness, charmed as always by her husband in these private moments of sass and mischief. "Maybe for the next kid," she teases back, mirth dancing in her blue eyes like the passing of clouds overhead. She wants to linger here forever, but there are revelations to share, and she watches him ponder and mull over what she has shared - echoing a singular sentiment that Evie plainly shares.
"None. My first assumption was it's something like Vi's roses, but then why the need for the growth to be overseen?" Her slim shoulders shrug helplessly, communicating how she'd thought herself in circles and ended up nowhere clear. "So for now I'm just tending to it, feeding it magic and water and attention," she laughs, because she has been caring for it with a hawklike focus that she usually reserves for her own grafting or cross-species experimentations.
"None. My first assumption was it's something like Vi's roses, but then why the need for the growth to be overseen?" Her slim shoulders shrug helplessly, communicating how she'd thought herself in circles and ended up nowhere clear. "So for now I'm just tending to it, feeding it magic and water and attention," she laughs, because she has been caring for it with a hawklike focus that she usually reserves for her own grafting or cross-species experimentations.
