Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Mer it is. Evie is polite enough not to attempt to stare beneath the waves to whatever animal his bottom half leads into, but she’s woman enough to admit her curiosity on the subject. The twist of her lips is wry, eyes skipping restlessly away from his to trace the horizon line, incapable of keeping his gaze. “I confess you’re not missing much, it did not fare well as a region beneath the barrier.” The depths of the ocean must surely be more interesting than her homeland could hope to be.
It’s an expected question, but it never fails to make her shoulders stiffen, all traces of easy, swaying movement eradicated into stonelike stillness. Her jaw works soundlessly. The years - plentiful, she can’t deny - of denying her race tie her tongue to the roof of her mouth. She has slowly managed to tell people in recent years, but it never gets easier. “Abandoned,” is her terse response, brooking no further explanation.
The arrival of the giant, beautiful creature is thusly majorly appreciated for the shift in tone in provides. Evie stares blatantly, breath shallow in her chest, in utter awe of the majestic being. Where his hand hovers halfway, hers falls away to her side, fingertips numb as sensation retreats from them to rise emotionally in her breast. Blinking and surprising herself with the moisture found there, Evie only shakes herself out of it as the creature submerges itself anew and the merman speaks. “What was that, do you know?” Not that she minded the interruption that ruined their handshake, civilities weren’t her strong point.
It’s an expected question, but it never fails to make her shoulders stiffen, all traces of easy, swaying movement eradicated into stonelike stillness. Her jaw works soundlessly. The years - plentiful, she can’t deny - of denying her race tie her tongue to the roof of her mouth. She has slowly managed to tell people in recent years, but it never gets easier. “Abandoned,” is her terse response, brooking no further explanation.
The arrival of the giant, beautiful creature is thusly majorly appreciated for the shift in tone in provides. Evie stares blatantly, breath shallow in her chest, in utter awe of the majestic being. Where his hand hovers halfway, hers falls away to her side, fingertips numb as sensation retreats from them to rise emotionally in her breast. Blinking and surprising herself with the moisture found there, Evie only shakes herself out of it as the creature submerges itself anew and the merman speaks. “What was that, do you know?” Not that she minded the interruption that ruined their handshake, civilities weren’t her strong point.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
