Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
The voice that comes curling from the pale greyness of the world around her is startling, and she whirls around to try and place it visually, copper hair fanning around her. It's a familiar, boyish sound, and her heart leaps in her breast with a hope she has not felt in quite some time. Hope that is immediately rewarded as her gaze falls upon the young boy she had taken beneath her wing last LongNight. He is covered in dirt and snow, a confused haze lingering across his visage, and admittedly looking rather worse for wear.
It doesn't matter to Evie. She rushes to him without a second thought, feet echoing strangely over the pitted surface of the Bridge. He is alive. And unharmed, aside from lingering exhaustion she determines as her magic seeps out and finds nothing to latch onto as her hands come up to cup his face. Tears filling her blue eyes in a wave of emotion that Evie hadn't anticipated. "Dante!" As if his name alone can convey the relief and exultation she feels at reuniting with him. Immediately and shamelessly pulling him into an embrace, uncaring of the dirt that stains her clothes at the action. "Where in the world have you been?! I've been worried sick!"
It doesn't matter to Evie. She rushes to him without a second thought, feet echoing strangely over the pitted surface of the Bridge. He is alive. And unharmed, aside from lingering exhaustion she determines as her magic seeps out and finds nothing to latch onto as her hands come up to cup his face. Tears filling her blue eyes in a wave of emotion that Evie hadn't anticipated. "Dante!" As if his name alone can convey the relief and exultation she feels at reuniting with him. Immediately and shamelessly pulling him into an embrace, uncaring of the dirt that stains her clothes at the action. "Where in the world have you been?! I've been worried sick!"
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
