[RA] corners of the world

Evie

Maybe you find yourself instead of losing your hope
like an old love note under the floorboards

Evie pours her worries and frustrations into soil and sprouts - more often these days, admittedly - and only emerges when she runs out of magical stamina, because it gives out before her emotional drive. Sighing, she runs dirt-streaked hands over her hair without a care, pushing back hairs that might have been called strays or flyaways if they weren’t so plentiful. It makes her look less crazed at least, or so she determines when she catches her reflection in the back door’s glass window.

She wanders inside, ears tuned to determine who is home and in what room. It’s not immediately obvious, so she washes her hands briefly (there’s no hope for true cleanliness until her magic is ready again or she fully bathes) and begins hunting through the house room by room in a tired shuffle of socked feet.

It doesn’t take long to find Deimos and Erebos. The library is a sanctuary for every single member of their family. She softens immediately upon seeing their repose; tension bleeding away until she is left with slumped shoulders and deeper, slower breaths. Her eyes are a touch brighter as they swap back and forth between the two different papers at play, dropping a kiss onto Erebos’ head with a soft murmur of greeting and affection. Then onward to Deimos, resting her hip against the chair’s arm to slide one of her own around his shoulder and lean in, kissing his temple and lingering there. “Hello love,” she murmurs, eyes turning as she pulls away to fall onto the paper in his hands. “Ah. We should go over that - seasonal goals.” A simple statement, for all it’s spoken with tired tones. Not that she’s reluctant to discuss their region, though her drained state could easily be taken that way by anyone who knows her less thoroughly than her husband does. “After, though…bath, takeout, dinner in bed?” Evie’s tone goes hopeful, perhaps cajoling, as she leans further over the arm chair to half-sit on it in order to be all the closer.

don’t waste precious moments looking down on yourself
you're a wildfire - burn bright, burn bright