Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
[Evie didn't know a lot about poetry, she liked it, and sometimes it spoke to her more clearly than she could speak to herself. And songs - songs had spoken for her when she hadn't had a voice. Words mattered to Evie. But she wasn't an expert. Her soft smile was earnest and heartfelt when he recalled the last line. She almost asked him to say the whole thing for her, she liked hearing it in his voice. A harbor seemed almost out of her grasp despite the small respite she took while she was here. But it almost sounded possible when it was said out loud. Resting.
She kept her eyes on him and nodded a couple of times, yes. It could be.
She understood about starting small, she understood that like she understood breathing. Small was sometimes all there was. It was the only thing left to do. The only thing that would allow for the briefest moment of success. Little tiny itty bitty victories that seemed like day to day normalcy for everyone else.] Do you know where you want to start?