Evie
a princess with lips made of glass and a voice cut from steel
Peter's laugh is bright and warm, wrapping around Evie like a well-loved quilt. It only makes her own smile brighter, feeling as if she has somehow won something by making Peter drop his defenses enough to laugh so freely with her. And if she takes it as a challenge, or an encouragement, to get him to do it again well. Only she needs to know that. But her own smile is carefree and childish, her own giggles escaping as he fails to stop his laughter, hiding his adorable smile from view. "Overseeing our subjects," she agrees with a put-upon pompous voice, though she can't keep her face straight through it. Their 'subjects' are dusty, misplaced books at best, but it's a fine enough kingdom for her with Peter at her side to enjoy it with her. "Aren't we all just guessing about magic anyway?" It's more of a joke than she admittedly expects it to come out. Perhaps her bitterness is smoothing out in his presence because it's more of an amusing prospect to be fumbling in the dark about their powers than daunting. Though she smirks a bit at his easily misunderstood words, gently nudging her leg at his own to draw him out of his head. He seems to need that sometimes, just like Sam, but it's easier to do it for him than for her own twin. "I'd really appreciate that actually. How do you get them?" Because sue her, she really is curious.
And then bam, the dude just pulls a crown out of thin air. Evie stares in blatant awe, taking the crown in hand even though she doesn't consciously think about it. But with a bright grin, she places it on her head, already devoting herself to wearing it for the rest of the day if she can help it. "That is the coolest thing I've ever seen," she gushes. Turning her head to and fro, she poses dramatically, pursing her lips and framing her face with her hands. "Tell me Peter, am I a beautiful queen?" It feels wrong to darken the tone of their little hideaway moment with her despair and questions over her new magic. This is far more enjoyable, and likely doing more for her in terms of accepting her magic than anything they could possible speak about.
