Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Her laughter is slightly hushed, subconsciously intimidated by the towering ceilings and vast spaces. Words were easier, but laughter felt booming and obtrusive. The feeling fades as their boundaries blur and fade, his presence both a centering weight and a distraction from the world at large. “Never,” she assures with a playful grin, “just implying your soldiers are supernaturally tiring just by being nuisances.” Her grin makes it clear she’s twisting the comment at the last moment to defend her innocence, but it’s simultaneously unrepentant.
She tilts her face upward as he presses a kiss to her cheek, which swells beneath the touch with a small, pleased smile. It transforms into a tiny pout as he takes his coat and pulls away, but it’s easy to fall into pace just a step behind him, following where he leads. “Magic today, I’d prefer as few bruises as possible.” Mirthfully recalling days of staves and wooden swords and the lurid colors they’d left on her after. Though she was more than capable of healing herself, hopefully the bruises would be centered on her ass from being knocked down repeatedly instead of more tender areas.
She tilts her face upward as he presses a kiss to her cheek, which swells beneath the touch with a small, pleased smile. It transforms into a tiny pout as he takes his coat and pulls away, but it’s easy to fall into pace just a step behind him, following where he leads. “Magic today, I’d prefer as few bruises as possible.” Mirthfully recalling days of staves and wooden swords and the lurid colors they’d left on her after. Though she was more than capable of healing herself, hopefully the bruises would be centered on her ass from being knocked down repeatedly instead of more tender areas.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
