the difference between a garden
AND A GRAVEYARD
AND A GRAVEYARD
The air is much colder and more apparent once you’re soaked to the bone in autumnal water. Enzo is certain he can feel every stray breeze and could somehow measure them in a meaningful way. Not that the chill slows him down, striding through the shallows up to his knees. Paige seems much…smaller. It makes sense, given his sudden sprouting and aging, but it’s disorienting all the same, and distracts him from the odd squeak of her voice over his name.
Her teasing has a flash of mischief crossing his eyes, and he bends to scoop water into his hand to fling at her. “Enough to make you stick around and talk to me though, so what does that say about your standards?” he snarks back, though his smile never wavers or dulls. Straightening and walking further until the water is to his shins, Enzo lifts a hand to cup the back of his own neck, sheepish. “Only a day or so ago. Flora and I were tired of being kids, which sounds fittingly childish when put that way.” And fighting for attention from your scattered, busy parents when you’re all roughly the same age? Enzo had found it more favorable to age up with his twin, assuring he would never be alone in that moment of maturation.
Her teasing has a flash of mischief crossing his eyes, and he bends to scoop water into his hand to fling at her. “Enough to make you stick around and talk to me though, so what does that say about your standards?” he snarks back, though his smile never wavers or dulls. Straightening and walking further until the water is to his shins, Enzo lifts a hand to cup the back of his own neck, sheepish. “Only a day or so ago. Flora and I were tired of being kids, which sounds fittingly childish when put that way.” And fighting for attention from your scattered, busy parents when you’re all roughly the same age? Enzo had found it more favorable to age up with his twin, assuring he would never be alone in that moment of maturation.
is what you choose to put in the soil
ENZO
