EVIE
like love is a bad word
"If you keep your face like that it'll stay that way you know." Came his twin's obnoxiously bright and resonant voice from over his shoulder. If he didn't pop his tongue back in his mouth, he'd find Evie's finger flicking it playfully as she took a seat across from him."Awww, what's that? A love letter for prince charming?" She purred, then paused. "Oh. It isn't very good." Evie added objectively with a shrug of her shoulders, sitting down and crossing one long leg over the other. Like Sam, though Evie was not tall, she appeared willowy and slender. Though on a feminine frame it read as attractive, rather than weak and almost sickly.
