Evie
And those scars you carry, well those are yours
Evie makes a gurgling, scoffing sort of noise at Deimos' teasing, though she waits until Amhran is properly adorned to blow a proper raspberry at her husband. "Group celebration or no, all my boys are special and deserve special kisses, hats, and birthday wishes," she decrees, with a baleful stare at Deimos' hat, which is certainly not the one she'd hand-painted for the occasion. Likely for the best given the various humorous additions she'd placed amongst the imagery of that one. As Amhran opens his gifts she sidles over to Deimos and kisses him next - a proper one, mind - as she puts on her own party hat. "Happy birthday my love."
Then it's Erebos' turn, though he's far more enchanted with the wrapping paper and festivities than his mother's kisses and foisting of hats. "And a happy birthday to my littlest man," she coos. She takes place behind him as presents exchange hands, and she extends her own to coax a few bundles across the island with her magic. If Deimos' presents for her inch closer too it's surely due to proximity to her magical pull. "And I always want gifts, what do you take me for?" Though she doesn't pull them all the way lest he take the opportunity for mischief and withhold them from her even longer.
"I don't know how we all ended up so lucky with the same birth season, but now I feel we'll have to overly plan any future additions to the family so they won't feel left out." Grinning at the idea - though she's envisioning future additions in all sorts, from potential romantic partners for her sons or future grandchildren, more siblings for her boys, or the adoption of various strays - Evie floats the gifts in front of their recipients as a distraction from any groaning or blushing.
Erebos' gift is a rather large stuffed unicorn in shades of black and blue. Amhran's is a cloche with a rare hybrid flower within and a new hand-knit sweater in deep gold with emerald green abstract leaf designs spiraling outward from the heart - with matching mittens and beanie but, of course, no socks. Deimos will find much the same, though in navy tones with subtle icy figments around the edges of the neck, wrist, and torso and with included socks. And much like Amhran's flower, there's an additional gift of extremely fancy chocolates in a luxurious box from the Greatwood.
The knitted gifts are slightly imperfect given she's only recently taken up the hobby, made clearer by the way she hovers nervously for their reactions and hides it poorly by watching Erebos have more fun with the wrapping paper than any of the gifts within.
Then it's Erebos' turn, though he's far more enchanted with the wrapping paper and festivities than his mother's kisses and foisting of hats. "And a happy birthday to my littlest man," she coos. She takes place behind him as presents exchange hands, and she extends her own to coax a few bundles across the island with her magic. If Deimos' presents for her inch closer too it's surely due to proximity to her magical pull. "And I always want gifts, what do you take me for?" Though she doesn't pull them all the way lest he take the opportunity for mischief and withhold them from her even longer.
"I don't know how we all ended up so lucky with the same birth season, but now I feel we'll have to overly plan any future additions to the family so they won't feel left out." Grinning at the idea - though she's envisioning future additions in all sorts, from potential romantic partners for her sons or future grandchildren, more siblings for her boys, or the adoption of various strays - Evie floats the gifts in front of their recipients as a distraction from any groaning or blushing.
Erebos' gift is a rather large stuffed unicorn in shades of black and blue. Amhran's is a cloche with a rare hybrid flower within and a new hand-knit sweater in deep gold with emerald green abstract leaf designs spiraling outward from the heart - with matching mittens and beanie but, of course, no socks. Deimos will find much the same, though in navy tones with subtle icy figments around the edges of the neck, wrist, and torso and with included socks. And much like Amhran's flower, there's an additional gift of extremely fancy chocolates in a luxurious box from the Greatwood.
The knitted gifts are slightly imperfect given she's only recently taken up the hobby, made clearer by the way she hovers nervously for their reactions and hides it poorly by watching Erebos have more fun with the wrapping paper than any of the gifts within.
So wear them with honor, placed over your heart
