Evie
The sand is coarse against her calves from the rush of her feet as she blindly dives for Amalia's arms, the weight of the body that collides into hers a weight she would happily bear over and over again to make up for the million hours that that weight hasn't existed in this world. They are both snotty, sobbing, laughing disasters, and every emotion feels larger than life as they yank her wildly from within.
"I missed you so - you don't even know - so stupid, you left me but, but now you're here," she blubbers in spasming fits of delighted crowing interspersed with painful cracks that eek through her consonants like the groan of a tree before it's felled.
It feels like ripping her own heart out of her chest with bare hands and blunt nails, but the Evergreen manages to peel herself away to peer wild-eyed through the windstorm of their mixed hair and find Amalia's eyes. She blinks in stuttering fits only to clear the tears that impede her vision - every moment she can otherwise spare needs to be spent memorizing a face she'd begun to forget, against her will. "I never got to say goodbye," she whispers, voice taut and frightened in ways that call back to younger years, huddled behind locked doors and thick, stifling moss during LongNight. "You're making me say hello again - to my own sister!" Evie pinches Amalia's bicep and shakes it about, face contorting petulantly even as another thick wave of tears spills over messily and paints her trembling, fiercely pouting lips in salt.
"I missed you so - you don't even know - so stupid, you left me but, but now you're here," she blubbers in spasming fits of delighted crowing interspersed with painful cracks that eek through her consonants like the groan of a tree before it's felled.
It feels like ripping her own heart out of her chest with bare hands and blunt nails, but the Evergreen manages to peel herself away to peer wild-eyed through the windstorm of their mixed hair and find Amalia's eyes. She blinks in stuttering fits only to clear the tears that impede her vision - every moment she can otherwise spare needs to be spent memorizing a face she'd begun to forget, against her will. "I never got to say goodbye," she whispers, voice taut and frightened in ways that call back to younger years, huddled behind locked doors and thick, stifling moss during LongNight. "You're making me say hello again - to my own sister!" Evie pinches Amalia's bicep and shakes it about, face contorting petulantly even as another thick wave of tears spills over messily and paints her trembling, fiercely pouting lips in salt.
reckless at heart but never unkind
in a perfect world we could've been fine
in a perfect world we could've been fine
