Enzo
Time passes differently for Enzo in Mort's realm. He won't spoil you with a sneak preview into what those hallowed halls look like, but when Remi's proverbial knock comes, Enzo is waiting on the other side as eagerly as those gathered on the beach. Long legs carry him through onto the sand with an ease which implies he'd never left them.
"Hey pops," he greets with a debonair smirk. "Loving the new look. It's good on you." Contentment, that is. Enzo won't deny the personal perks of his father shifting allegiances to Mort but it's clear he's not suffering as deeply as he had been during their first visit. The same could be said of his mother, who glows with her own ascension and the light of more life in her eyes, just as he'd asked her to find. "You too, ma. Geez, how much have I missed?" Enzo grins, opening his arms to wrap around the neck of each parent to bring them into a gangly bear hug. Over their shoulders, his eyes find Flora; always the best for last, of course. His hand beckons her in to tuck her against his side.
"A lot I'd say, right Queenie?" It's a teasing mutter buried in a kiss against her temple, content to languish in a tangle of limbs. He's not keen on letting go - or being let go - anytime soon.
"Hey pops," he greets with a debonair smirk. "Loving the new look. It's good on you." Contentment, that is. Enzo won't deny the personal perks of his father shifting allegiances to Mort but it's clear he's not suffering as deeply as he had been during their first visit. The same could be said of his mother, who glows with her own ascension and the light of more life in her eyes, just as he'd asked her to find. "You too, ma. Geez, how much have I missed?" Enzo grins, opening his arms to wrap around the neck of each parent to bring them into a gangly bear hug. Over their shoulders, his eyes find Flora; always the best for last, of course. His hand beckons her in to tuck her against his side.
"A lot I'd say, right Queenie?" It's a teasing mutter buried in a kiss against her temple, content to languish in a tangle of limbs. He's not keen on letting go - or being let go - anytime soon.
I'll tell a guy I like him but only if I'm drunk
I might take shots real fast, but I take love real slow
I might take shots real fast, but I take love real slow
