Everest
Agitated was not normally a word one might use to describe Everest Hart. Anxious? Yes. Apprehensive? Certainly. Awkward? Every day of his life. But agitated? Believe it or not, today the boy absolutely was.
Feathering his jaw would become a regular trait of his when under great stress, but as this expression was a new one for Ever, the boy only realized he'd been pressing his teeth together again and again when the muscles of his jaw began to ache. He'd been pressing so hard in his notebook as to have broken a number of pencils so far, and his normally compulsively neat penmanship had all but gone to hell; Tobi would have noticed something immediately was off with her son, and very likely Finn would have as well.
Ever, however, was not so introspective today to have picked up on any of this. Instead, he merely sat, hunched over, glowering at the rest of the world from beneath a rather large willow.
Feathering his jaw would become a regular trait of his when under great stress, but as this expression was a new one for Ever, the boy only realized he'd been pressing his teeth together again and again when the muscles of his jaw began to ache. He'd been pressing so hard in his notebook as to have broken a number of pencils so far, and his normally compulsively neat penmanship had all but gone to hell; Tobi would have noticed something immediately was off with her son, and very likely Finn would have as well.
Ever, however, was not so introspective today to have picked up on any of this. Instead, he merely sat, hunched over, glowering at the rest of the world from beneath a rather large willow.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
