#sevan

[harminuya]

Around lake Sevan, Armenia.

By Hugo Clarence Janody.

[onegiantmeep]

truly have not stopped thinking about “that’s a dough” since this aired.. i miss you danielle

[noodlesewp]

just something about these two<33

I know evans arm was technically unscathed but i fw magic healing scars too much to care

[shlorvaxkisses]

Thinking about how Evan just wanted to belong to one place and Sam belonged to too many places, how they both needed a non superficial confirmation to be who they are and be enough just for one person and to build on that and found that each other, Evan seeing it when he let himself be open to Sam and Sam seeing it when she kept closing her true self off, thinking about how the romance was secondary, that Sam never got tired of telling Evan where he was welcomed, that Evan will be a mirror for Sam because he won't lie about her true goodness, that Sam wants to create, that Evan wants to rest, just thinking about Sunday dinners, face masks, watching Terminator 2 special edition cast and crew commentary, T2 cuddles, special mugs for tea, snowball fights, late night take out on the bedroom floor, puzzles, comfortable silences....simply saying "ready to go home"....😭

[noseysilverfox]

August 2025

The source of the Hrazdan River (arm. Հրազդան). 28 rivers flow into Lake Sevan, and only Hrazdan originates in it🏞

Исток реки Разда́н (арм. Հրազդան). В озеро Севан втекат 28 рек и лишь Раздан берет в нем свое начало🏞

Sevan, Armenia

[ryokirah8r]

get cuz tzimisces are callef dragons. do you get the joke

[thesilliestpotato]

[thecoddaughter]

Sam knows, deep down she knows, but she has to see it. Over time, the less connection she felt with people the less she saw the lines. She never liked to believe in the golden thread or red string of fate. Destiny was not a word she particularly liked. If destiny was real, Evan would be dead, but Evan wasn't dead. She had saved him. She would keep saving him. Breaking her wand wasn't dramatic nor was it loud. In fact, it wasn't even all that hard. When your best friend––the man you love––has that familiar crushing weight on his chest, its like a mother lifting a car. Maybe it wasn't that hard because someone else was already there, prompting the break––always stalking that sneaky Tad. Now protecting. Evan had more protection than ever. The book was in Jammer's hands. Evan was in Sam's arms. The air mattress was deflated and they were falling in on each other but she didn't mind. Before this––before falling asleep and rediscovering demons––Evan mentioned coming to stay with her. He was picturing couch... She was picturing this. She shook the thought out of her head and hesitantly rolled out of the bed as he began to stir and the voices of K and Jammer got louder outside. Planning was happening. The two were bonding, K and Jammer; the lines Sam had missed so were glowing brighter. She glanced back at Evan as he deflated the mattress and wondered if all his admiration was just that––full stop, he's like that with everyone... but differently. She thinks this throughout the day. He is complimenting Jammer, holding him by the arm, insisting in the way that only Evan can, but it's different. He isn't calling Jammer the greatest wizard of all time. He's just calling him their leader who is full of magic no matter what reality is. Sam doesn't know what reality is. Sunday breakfasts with slow mornings and finally seeing Evan settled down and soft––not in the e-boy way K craved but in that softness you get when you can be yourself without defenses; how he is with Sam in the small moments. Engaging and calling upon Sam Butler of all people, though he has never known her as that. Sam shakes out of it, moving her gaze away from him and back out into the storm.