Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
It's a peculiar sensation, when she wraps her arms around him. Like nodding off in front of a fire burning low, or sinking exhausted into bed after a long day and not having the wherewithal to pull a blanket close. She sways and stumbles a little to catch herself from falling directly upon the boy. He may be taller than her, but his arms seem so weak, his countenance frail. Yet she can't seem to muddle together a thought as to why, mind completely and spontaneously scattered.
Her arms sag limp around him, knees buckling a little even as she tries to squeeze a hand comfortingly round his nape. Even as her energy seems to wane preternaturally, Evie still seeks to comfort and console. "'s...'salmost LongNight again," she slurs, holding tight to keep herself upright. "Issokay, Dante. Just..." Her knees buckle before she can finish, sliding down towards the snow as her free hand goes to grip her head, wondering what in the world is wrong with her.
Her arms sag limp around him, knees buckling a little even as she tries to squeeze a hand comfortingly round his nape. Even as her energy seems to wane preternaturally, Evie still seeks to comfort and console. "'s...'salmost LongNight again," she slurs, holding tight to keep herself upright. "Issokay, Dante. Just..." Her knees buckle before she can finish, sliding down towards the snow as her free hand goes to grip her head, wondering what in the world is wrong with her.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
