Everest
It's doubtful if Everest will ever understand Mateo's fashion sense, choices, and by extension, things which grate against his sensibilities, but gods help him, he is trying. Biting at the inside of his cheek and mentally adding something about leopard print into his mental files, he smiles inwardly to see the telltale signs of sleep tugging at Mateo.
"That sounds good. Oh-" Having glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the catalogue, Ever's gaze lands on one of Vai's old books of stories. Rising and reaching, Ever plucks it off the shelf and sits back down. Flipping through the pages as if it was purely for his interest that he'd gotten the book, he begins to read one of the tales out loud in a slow and overly articulate voice, knowing the boring tone would no doubt hasten the fingers of sleep clutching at the corners of Mateo's eyes.
~FIN
"That sounds good. Oh-" Having glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the catalogue, Ever's gaze lands on one of Vai's old books of stories. Rising and reaching, Ever plucks it off the shelf and sits back down. Flipping through the pages as if it was purely for his interest that he'd gotten the book, he begins to read one of the tales out loud in a slow and overly articulate voice, knowing the boring tone would no doubt hasten the fingers of sleep clutching at the corners of Mateo's eyes.
~FIN
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
