EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Her laughter creates a froth of bubbles before she straightens, glad for the heat and steam of the room as it doesn’t leave her shoulders chilled when she does. “I’ve seen your sculptures, I don’t doubt that. Though I don’t think hair is half as malleable.” Luckily the Evergreen has it in spades, so he could certainly try if he truly desired. Though what he ends up doing instead is far better, and she tilts her head into his palms with a soft croon of relief and pleasure. The drip of water off his arms and into the tub is a quiet symphony that joins their shared breathing and the quiet muted sound of his fingers in her hair. Noah’s name is a discordant note amidst that music, and tension crawls against her conscious will up her spine to settle strangely in her nape. Her eyes open - though she didn’t remember closing them - but she keeps her head still and finds herself staring at the suds floating on top of the water. “I see,” she vaguely airs, uncertain herself. “It’s been a while. Was it business or…?” She hesitates to even call it pleasure, phrase or not, because of the strange lack of closure the two men had forged unsteadily between them and the way it did not resemble friendship for all it kept them together in some difficult measure.
that love's the finest thing around
