Everest
"What?" Ever repeats, hardly aware that he'd started thinking midthought, and looking confused. Flinching even though he hardly feels Mateo's elbow at all thanks to his sweaters and shirts and jacket, the Hart boy grins. "Nothing. I just don't think there's enough of me to be friends with more than one of you." He answers reasonably. Which you know, is absolutely true.
'Okay." Ever whispers back, completely reassured in the knowledge that this tree would protect them against the luxere, which was probably true if the sound was caused by a herd of luxere.
While waiting for the stampede to come closer, the glow of which was already beginning to cast a sheen on the trees in the distance, Ever cocks his head to the side. "If we touched a wicker woman on accident and was covered in sap and we were hallucinating...do you think we'd know?" He wonders, completely serious despite the absolute lack of..well, anything, to justify this sudden question.
'Okay." Ever whispers back, completely reassured in the knowledge that this tree would protect them against the luxere, which was probably true if the sound was caused by a herd of luxere.
While waiting for the stampede to come closer, the glow of which was already beginning to cast a sheen on the trees in the distance, Ever cocks his head to the side. "If we touched a wicker woman on accident and was covered in sap and we were hallucinating...do you think we'd know?" He wonders, completely serious despite the absolute lack of..well, anything, to justify this sudden question.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
