Evie
And it's peaceful in the deep -
cause either way you cannot breathe
cause either way you cannot breathe
Evie's fingers are his to distract himself with as he pleases (as is any part of her) but it feels all the sweeter to know he needs it in some small way as something more than idle configurations. Though his smile is a fleeting thing, she revels in it for the moment it's allowed, glad to pull the strands of sunlight through the fog of uncertainty and reluctance.
Folding her open hand around his where it tangles with her knuckles, Evie steps closer to better look up into his eyes where he ducks his head. "She moved away from one of her longest homes. We got married - then pregnant - then became new parents. She became a demigod. We grew a demigod." Her laugh is still partially incredulous over that one honestly. Evie wouldn't change that for the world, but it's another piece to a puzzle of insanity that she can't believe has come together in such a short amount of time.
Squeezing her fingers around his, Evie lifts his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, blue eyes shining over their tangled hands. "What you feel is true to you, no matter explanations or context." And she will never tell him what he's feeling is wrong. "But so much has happened lately that it's understandable that you've drifted. She may feel disconnected too. But the only way to fix that is to see her." Even if the form that takes is as a begrudging birthday party attendee.
Folding her open hand around his where it tangles with her knuckles, Evie steps closer to better look up into his eyes where he ducks his head. "She moved away from one of her longest homes. We got married - then pregnant - then became new parents. She became a demigod. We grew a demigod." Her laugh is still partially incredulous over that one honestly. Evie wouldn't change that for the world, but it's another piece to a puzzle of insanity that she can't believe has come together in such a short amount of time.
Squeezing her fingers around his, Evie lifts his hand to press a kiss to his knuckles, blue eyes shining over their tangled hands. "What you feel is true to you, no matter explanations or context." And she will never tell him what he's feeling is wrong. "But so much has happened lately that it's understandable that you've drifted. She may feel disconnected too. But the only way to fix that is to see her." Even if the form that takes is as a begrudging birthday party attendee.
no need to pray, no need to speak
