Evie
this floral patterned imagery makes me feel like hell
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
His warmth and scent encompasses her, soothing away worries and strains she hasn't been able to magic or jog away as of late. And she knows why - of course she does - but for a moment she simply languishes in the comfort of his embrace, forgetting anything beyond the pair of them.
Her head shakes slightly against his sternum, dismissing the idea of pursuing Noah any further. "Anything more may have him growing even more defensive. I trust you communicated anything I might have wanted to share myself." Even when their ways differ, they seldomly disagree on Halovian matters as a whole. Noah's closeness with the Sword is only further reason to keep her hands off the matter - for now. Until it worsens, and Gods how she prays that it won't.
Her cheeks are slightly and unnaturally flush beneath his palms as he gently tilts her head up toward him, and Evie's eyes find his immediately. The Citadel walls arch out behind him, and the overbright blue-white of the summer sky makes his eyes all the deeper in their cerulean hues. Suddenly, the days and weeks of wondering when the perfect time might come drops away, leaving only clarity. "I'm pregnant," she confides, her hand coming to rest over one of his on her cheek. Eyes clear and watchful, moving between both of his. He may feel a slight twitch of a smile in her cheek, but she keeps her expression as neutral as possible, wanting to gauge how he might feel about the news. They had talked about it at length in their years together, and Evie is not afraid it will scare him off, but her heart rabbits in her chest all the same.
There is so much that lies within those two little words. A life-changing sentence; and she wouldn't wish to face it with anyone else.
Her head shakes slightly against his sternum, dismissing the idea of pursuing Noah any further. "Anything more may have him growing even more defensive. I trust you communicated anything I might have wanted to share myself." Even when their ways differ, they seldomly disagree on Halovian matters as a whole. Noah's closeness with the Sword is only further reason to keep her hands off the matter - for now. Until it worsens, and Gods how she prays that it won't.
Her cheeks are slightly and unnaturally flush beneath his palms as he gently tilts her head up toward him, and Evie's eyes find his immediately. The Citadel walls arch out behind him, and the overbright blue-white of the summer sky makes his eyes all the deeper in their cerulean hues. Suddenly, the days and weeks of wondering when the perfect time might come drops away, leaving only clarity. "I'm pregnant," she confides, her hand coming to rest over one of his on her cheek. Eyes clear and watchful, moving between both of his. He may feel a slight twitch of a smile in her cheek, but she keeps her expression as neutral as possible, wanting to gauge how he might feel about the news. They had talked about it at length in their years together, and Evie is not afraid it will scare him off, but her heart rabbits in her chest all the same.
There is so much that lies within those two little words. A life-changing sentence; and she wouldn't wish to face it with anyone else.
