🥀— "c'est si doux comme la mer, parfois en été tu me mets à la bouche de l'eau salée"

Evan never felt at home in the United Kingdom. Its streets were too rigid, its forests too tame—nothing like the quiet magic of Brittany or the restless pulse of Paris. But on this warm summer afternoon, sprawled on the sand with the tang of salt in the air and a haze of smoke between them, home feels closer than it has in a long time.

Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s the ocean. Or maybe it's the company. Either way, Evan is getting too comfortable, too careless. And when the words slip from his lips—he realizes too late that he might not be able to take them back.

CW: mention of a joint

Ahhh, Evan my beloved, I don't care if he got exactly one mention in the books, I created a whole lore in my head about him and I'm making it everyone's problem.

Catchphrase — bb l'eau salée <3 by BARON.E