Evie
It’s experimentation day in the Ignatius greenhouse. These days, that means a second pair of hands for the first time in Evie’s life.
Tongue pinched out between her teeth, Evie delicately wraps grafting tape around the spindly stem of her newest pet project - the diagonal cut of the new strain having been soaked in the healing springs water for multiple days. “Can you cut this for me darling?” It’s a garbled whisper with her focus-frozen face making things difficult but loud enough for the young man to hear it in the blissfully quiet greenhouse.
Darling seems to be her concrete favorite for her boys, but the impish Wordsworth in her always keeps a sharp eye, ready to bestow a true nickname upon the baby demigod as he discovers himself. Evie leans aside just far enough for Amhran to slip between to cut the grafting tape, a lock of fire falling over her eye and making her nose twitch with the threat of betrayal.
Tongue pinched out between her teeth, Evie delicately wraps grafting tape around the spindly stem of her newest pet project - the diagonal cut of the new strain having been soaked in the healing springs water for multiple days. “Can you cut this for me darling?” It’s a garbled whisper with her focus-frozen face making things difficult but loud enough for the young man to hear it in the blissfully quiet greenhouse.
Darling seems to be her concrete favorite for her boys, but the impish Wordsworth in her always keeps a sharp eye, ready to bestow a true nickname upon the baby demigod as he discovers himself. Evie leans aside just far enough for Amhran to slip between to cut the grafting tape, a lock of fire falling over her eye and making her nose twitch with the threat of betrayal.
I can wait for you at the bottom, wait years if I gotta
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
Heaven knows I ain't getting over you
