Evie
And those scars you carry, well those are yours
Evie is indeed the better decorator, and the house has - tastefully, mind - thrown up in shades of green, white, and purple. Amhran hasn't expressed a preference for any particular color yet, but natural hues had seemed like a safe choice. Considering he's bundled in an emerald sweater as he appears Evie would call that guess an educated one. And a win.
Beaming wider than the open tundra, the Evergreen slides around the kitchen island on socked feet with arms wide to catch herself on both pairs of tall shoulders as she uses their bodies to slow her momentum while entangling them both in a hug. "Yes and yes! Happy birthday, sprout," she croons, pressing a quick kiss to the demigod's cheek with a liberal stretch of her legs, toes, and any spare connective tissue available that might help her bridge the distance.
Party hat already in hand, Evie brandishes it playfully at her plant-son. "But there is always a special hat for the one celebrating their birthday. Lean down, I'm too old to keep craning upward," she bemoans with a cheeky grin, one hand waving impatiently to coax him down - and winking over her shoulder at Deimos, intent on kissing him next. But the birthday boy had to come first.
Beaming wider than the open tundra, the Evergreen slides around the kitchen island on socked feet with arms wide to catch herself on both pairs of tall shoulders as she uses their bodies to slow her momentum while entangling them both in a hug. "Yes and yes! Happy birthday, sprout," she croons, pressing a quick kiss to the demigod's cheek with a liberal stretch of her legs, toes, and any spare connective tissue available that might help her bridge the distance.
Party hat already in hand, Evie brandishes it playfully at her plant-son. "But there is always a special hat for the one celebrating their birthday. Lean down, I'm too old to keep craning upward," she bemoans with a cheeky grin, one hand waving impatiently to coax him down - and winking over her shoulder at Deimos, intent on kissing him next. But the birthday boy had to come first.
So wear them with honor, placed over your heart
