Evie
And those scars you carry, well those are yours
Evie grins as Erebos immediately shoves one of his gifts in his mouth, the unicorn she'd gotten for him hanging precariously off the little tray in front of him for all its plushy girth. The touched smiles and small notions of relief on both Amhran and Deimos only melt her grin into softer angles, too sentimental to combat the teasing Deimos gives when she finally turns it on him. "This is spoiling enough. I love this." She loves them, but surely they'll all tire of hearing her say it if she keeps bleating it every half-second at this party alone.
"I did," she confirms, fingers tracing nervous swirls in the back of Erebos' high-chair. "I made each piece a little big to make up for any mistakes, but they each have a small amount of Alpina wool to keep you warm." Given how expensive the wool is with where the Alpina reside she couldn't manage much more than that, but it's worth seeing the way they both light up and hold the garments close. There's no sweater to hold but one of her hands comes up to her chest as if there was, her smile wobbly-edged. "You're welcome," she assures, though she takes up her own gifts in a bustling sort of motion that helps her blink away soft-hearted tears more inconspicuously.
It's all for naught when she unveils her own gift. Lax lips and wide eyes of initial surveillance swiftly turn to pursed and trembling notions as tears drop off her lashes with each blink. "It's s-s-so pretty," she sob-croons, lifting one hand to smoosh into one eye as if it might stop the maternal weeping (it won't). Leaning sideways somewhere in Deimos' direction where he will hopefully crowd close to coddle away her weepiness, Evie gently holds the painting to her chest and looks up at Amhran with her chin wobbling beneath her smile. "It's perfect. It's - I love it. I want it hung as s-soon as possible." It's too extravagant for the fridge, but surely they'll find someplace fitting. Erebos will get her snotty kisses and gratitude next - the words won't mean much to him, and he seems awfully intent on his peppermint figurine anyway.
"I did," she confirms, fingers tracing nervous swirls in the back of Erebos' high-chair. "I made each piece a little big to make up for any mistakes, but they each have a small amount of Alpina wool to keep you warm." Given how expensive the wool is with where the Alpina reside she couldn't manage much more than that, but it's worth seeing the way they both light up and hold the garments close. There's no sweater to hold but one of her hands comes up to her chest as if there was, her smile wobbly-edged. "You're welcome," she assures, though she takes up her own gifts in a bustling sort of motion that helps her blink away soft-hearted tears more inconspicuously.
It's all for naught when she unveils her own gift. Lax lips and wide eyes of initial surveillance swiftly turn to pursed and trembling notions as tears drop off her lashes with each blink. "It's s-s-so pretty," she sob-croons, lifting one hand to smoosh into one eye as if it might stop the maternal weeping (it won't). Leaning sideways somewhere in Deimos' direction where he will hopefully crowd close to coddle away her weepiness, Evie gently holds the painting to her chest and looks up at Amhran with her chin wobbling beneath her smile. "It's perfect. It's - I love it. I want it hung as s-soon as possible." It's too extravagant for the fridge, but surely they'll find someplace fitting. Erebos will get her snotty kisses and gratitude next - the words won't mean much to him, and he seems awfully intent on his peppermint figurine anyway.
So wear them with honor, placed over your heart
