the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
It's a good thing, perhaps, that Amhran has no notion of propriety when it comes to public displays of affection - he's neither gone through childhood nor adolescence to find it gross - and so Deimos and Evie are able to kiss and canoodle without comment from the Raeling. Indeed, he's more interested (overwhelmed, in all honesty) by the continuation of gifts, not having expected anything further, and his soil soft eyes widen as he reveals the sweater, hat and mittens.
"These are lovely," he says, almost breathless as he holds the sweater up to admire the spiral of leaves over the heart. "You made these yourself." It's a statement rather than a question, the demigod having noticed various balls of yarn around the house, though the knowledge only makes the present more dear to him. "Thank you."
Setting down the gift so he might glance back to the Evergreen as their paintings are revealed, Amhran has not discovered nervousness just yet, so he waits with an open smile for her judgement of their work.
"These are lovely," he says, almost breathless as he holds the sweater up to admire the spiral of leaves over the heart. "You made these yourself." It's a statement rather than a question, the demigod having noticed various balls of yarn around the house, though the knowledge only makes the present more dear to him. "Thank you."
Setting down the gift so he might glance back to the Evergreen as their paintings are revealed, Amhran has not discovered nervousness just yet, so he waits with an open smile for her judgement of their work.
