EVIE
They prop each other up like leaning, sagging trunks, boughs caught together in just the perfect array to have halted the other’s fall in tandem with their own. This is why Evie doesn’t ask yet. This is why she makes the choice to forsake her own duties and worries. For all she is willing to give until there is nothing left, she cannot abide him doing the same, just as she’s sure he feels in reverse. In this manner they take care of one another. This first; then the world beyond. They cannot face it until they have rested.
His lips touch her hairline, and she hums softly, sinking into the simple display of affection as her eyes briefly close. She can’t promise she always will be here because they both know how hollow those vows ring, so she leaves the sentiments from both sides where they lay. Smiles a little brighter, perhaps, when his gentle nudge of tease and humor inspires her to open her eyes. “I’ll do the honors of saying the actual words; you were right.” And a tiny laugh escapes as he pulls her into the bath moments later, the hot water blissful on her tired legs. She sits gracefully, adjusting until she sits with one of his parted thighs at her back, content in her smallness when it affords her the ability to see him, to tend to him. Evie grabs for the pitcher at the side of the tub and sets about dousing her hair; that ichor won’t come out easily she suspects. “Did everyone else make it?” Though she won’t push him to talk about them the Draig at all, and certainly not before he has rested, this is a question that burns enough to force it’s way free.
His lips touch her hairline, and she hums softly, sinking into the simple display of affection as her eyes briefly close. She can’t promise she always will be here because they both know how hollow those vows ring, so she leaves the sentiments from both sides where they lay. Smiles a little brighter, perhaps, when his gentle nudge of tease and humor inspires her to open her eyes. “I’ll do the honors of saying the actual words; you were right.” And a tiny laugh escapes as he pulls her into the bath moments later, the hot water blissful on her tired legs. She sits gracefully, adjusting until she sits with one of his parted thighs at her back, content in her smallness when it affords her the ability to see him, to tend to him. Evie grabs for the pitcher at the side of the tub and sets about dousing her hair; that ichor won’t come out easily she suspects. “Did everyone else make it?” Though she won’t push him to talk about them the Draig at all, and certainly not before he has rested, this is a question that burns enough to force it’s way free.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
