Enzo
Enzo goes anywhere Flora does - though he gives her some private time with Vervain because well, he gets their nonna all the time (#favoritechild…byvirtueofdeath). Not that he goes far. Too many unfamiliar (and therefore boring) faces, and far too many of them tearstained or beaming. He tries to check in on Mateo but his brother is still tangling with forces beyond his control, bless his heart, so it’s not long before Flora snags him back up. Next time, fratello.
“Aw man, it’s not fair I can still be grounded or cold-shoulder’d even in Mort’s realm. I can’t control the passage of time, not my fault it’s nearly over!” he moans dramatically, as if he isn’t grateful for the extra time he gets on this plane that all these other people don’t. Perks of being a nepo baby though. But heavy is the head that wears the crown - time to try and love up on his mom in the final hour and try not to have either of them feel rushed.
But their mom - radiant, happier even than the last time he saw her - is a golden willow that bends and grows around them, pulling them in as easily as gravity. Just as impossible to fight against too, with how she cuts off his protests before they can even leave his tongue. Enzo pouts for all of a moment, because it can’t last much longer than that with his twin and his mom so thoroughly flooding his senses.
Reaching around both of them - still bigger than them even with all the years of growth he lost out on - Enzo holds tight and only twists his head to find Remi in the distance. He’d said his hellos already, but goodbyes are so much harder when the Bastion is a key host of this shindig. Still, he mouths ‘I love you’ just in case his dad is any good at reading lips.
And to Flora and Hotaru he says it properly - since someone had made a point about manners. “I love you too. All of you. And I’m always going to - no matter where I am.” He holds them both tighter and reminds himself to ask Flora if their parents know about her plan to bring him back. Maybe not the best thing to bring up right before curtain call, huh?
“Aw man, it’s not fair I can still be grounded or cold-shoulder’d even in Mort’s realm. I can’t control the passage of time, not my fault it’s nearly over!” he moans dramatically, as if he isn’t grateful for the extra time he gets on this plane that all these other people don’t. Perks of being a nepo baby though. But heavy is the head that wears the crown - time to try and love up on his mom in the final hour and try not to have either of them feel rushed.
But their mom - radiant, happier even than the last time he saw her - is a golden willow that bends and grows around them, pulling them in as easily as gravity. Just as impossible to fight against too, with how she cuts off his protests before they can even leave his tongue. Enzo pouts for all of a moment, because it can’t last much longer than that with his twin and his mom so thoroughly flooding his senses.
Reaching around both of them - still bigger than them even with all the years of growth he lost out on - Enzo holds tight and only twists his head to find Remi in the distance. He’d said his hellos already, but goodbyes are so much harder when the Bastion is a key host of this shindig. Still, he mouths ‘I love you’ just in case his dad is any good at reading lips.
And to Flora and Hotaru he says it properly - since someone had made a point about manners. “I love you too. All of you. And I’m always going to - no matter where I am.” He holds them both tighter and reminds himself to ask Flora if their parents know about her plan to bring him back. Maybe not the best thing to bring up right before curtain call, huh?
wallow aloud, and forget to forgive
ever to be the optimist
ever to be the optimist
