Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Oh thank god they brought alcohol, is the only thought Evie has as she steps through the threshold with a reserved smile. They're not getting through this family dinner without at least Evie consuming dire amounts of it. Especially not when she immediately pins Sam's changed vocal habits, face tightening and fingers clenching so hard around the strap of her bag that the leather make small noises of complaint. Amalia's assurance that Sam had left The Voice had only created more questions for Evie, but to see that he has already returned to her side so soon...especially after Deimos informed her of the Ascended deciding not to fight the LongNight monsters...Evie doesn't even know what to think. So she's definitely eyeing that wine, because tonight she'd rather not think at all.
As they all shuffle in, she places her own food along with the others and manages a smile at her brother. "Wine for me too please." Then she sits shamelessly at the table, arranging herself at the end of one side for either a quick escape or so that she can interfere easier if things go to hell in a handbasket. Very optimistic of her. At least Amalia seems intent on kicking off conversation, and she does her best to trail off it, to engage and be pleasant as long as they all can. To embrace the peace while it lasts. "Just be glad you don't get new freckles anymore, if I spend much more time here I'm going to be more freckle than skin when I go back." Her wry grin is playful, as she has mastered the creation of sunscreen, but even that doesn't seem to hold a candle against Torchline's masterful rays. Her cheeks are already darkened with freckles from the time she has spent here, and it surely won't stop until she returns home.
As they all shuffle in, she places her own food along with the others and manages a smile at her brother. "Wine for me too please." Then she sits shamelessly at the table, arranging herself at the end of one side for either a quick escape or so that she can interfere easier if things go to hell in a handbasket. Very optimistic of her. At least Amalia seems intent on kicking off conversation, and she does her best to trail off it, to engage and be pleasant as long as they all can. To embrace the peace while it lasts. "Just be glad you don't get new freckles anymore, if I spend much more time here I'm going to be more freckle than skin when I go back." Her wry grin is playful, as she has mastered the creation of sunscreen, but even that doesn't seem to hold a candle against Torchline's masterful rays. Her cheeks are already darkened with freckles from the time she has spent here, and it surely won't stop until she returns home.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
