[SE] incendiary and full of light

evie The kind of flawless I wish I could be He has gifted her so many things, both intangible and material, that it shouldn’t surprise her. As a woman who built everything she ever had with her own two hands, Evie still forgets that leaning on others, being cared for and given gifts - it’s something she can anticipate now. Her doubt never laid with him, but with her own history of forced independence. Unbeknownst to her, from between the cobblestone squares little buds of green sprout with the force of her emotions. Left behind moments later as he tucks her even closer and they continue on, the row of houses completed. His own surprise is similarly endearing. They shouldn’t be. They deserve these good things, and the readiness of each one these days is becoming more familiar, but only time can fade the expectations of the past. “Or both,” she retorts cheekily, dimples deep as they frame her smile. “A place to make your weapons, and a place to store them. Seems only appropriate.” All the more reason they’d need a bigger fridge even if children were far off in the future; where else would Evie shove all her fresh produce? “What else can you think of? An extra room maybe, just so we can do all the construction at once.” To be utilized in any manner they see fit until that future became readily apparent.