the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"Deepfrost," Amhran supplies, knowing that word as well from somewhere in the depths of things spoken, or perhaps from the ground itself where his roots had spread and surged through the earth. "It is Deepfrost, right?" Having popped his head through a sweater and wormed his arms through the sleeves at last, he's naturally oblivious to the being streaked with dirt part of his predicament, and as Evie speaks he's almost about to start undressing again until her reassurance hits the air.
"I think I would quite enjoy that," he says, of 'being watered' - and thus the Evergreen has planted a seed (ha) that will find her, in the coming weeks, having to peel Amhran out of hour long showers.
Having managed boxers - and now at least if Deimos does appear, it won't be to quite such a startling scene - it's with his tongue poking comically between his lips that Amhran steadies himself on the bedframe and tries to school his limbs into going where they are required. "And it is necessary to always wear these?" he asks dubiously. Were Amhran a toddler in earnest, and were they not in Halo, he'd certainly be that child; the one who strips off and runs naked at every opportunity.
"I think I would quite enjoy that," he says, of 'being watered' - and thus the Evergreen has planted a seed (ha) that will find her, in the coming weeks, having to peel Amhran out of hour long showers.
Having managed boxers - and now at least if Deimos does appear, it won't be to quite such a startling scene - it's with his tongue poking comically between his lips that Amhran steadies himself on the bedframe and tries to school his limbs into going where they are required. "And it is necessary to always wear these?" he asks dubiously. Were Amhran a toddler in earnest, and were they not in Halo, he'd certainly be that child; the one who strips off and runs naked at every opportunity.
