Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
There's no time to comfort or coddle, all too aware of just how much time the boy has lost. There is only the sag of her limbs, the exhaustion that feels so much deeper and more poignant than a few days of rough sleep. Not that that has been in short supply recently either. Everything is muzzy and vague, and it's a struggle to keep her wits about her as Dante holds her close, his frantic voice loud and disorienting in her ears.
Walking...that sounds like a Herculean effort. Even so some deeply buried maternal instinct - one that grows roots and burrows through the earth towards sunlight whenever this boy is around her - grows stronger, demanding she concede. There is no alternative. LongNight approaches once more, and she cannot let either of them be left behind, astray beyond the barricaded doors. "Temple...th' Temple, Dante." If he can lead, Evie will force her body to follow, no matter the consequences.
Just...one foot...after the other...
- FIN
Walking...that sounds like a Herculean effort. Even so some deeply buried maternal instinct - one that grows roots and burrows through the earth towards sunlight whenever this boy is around her - grows stronger, demanding she concede. There is no alternative. LongNight approaches once more, and she cannot let either of them be left behind, astray beyond the barricaded doors. "Temple...th' Temple, Dante." If he can lead, Evie will force her body to follow, no matter the consequences.
Just...one foot...after the other...
- FIN
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
