Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
It’s a beautiful affair, and Evie can’t help how her eyes mist slightly. It’s like a technicolor scene reenacted from one of her favorite, purloined books. A love so true it was meant for novels, not for her own very real eyes to witness. It is somehow more profound than the last wedding she’d been to - ironically Deimos’, oops - despite the absence of a Goddess in their midst.
Their kiss is tender, unification complete, and Evie’s hands rise to clap in the wake of their bloodied palms and smiling faces. Deimos’ voice rumbles from her side, and Evie’s broadly grinning face shines as he hands over his gift. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you both,” she gushes, still a little misty eyed as she hands over her own boxed gift. The mischief comes late on the heels of her admiration of the event, but Deimos’ playful expression hooks like a line around her navel, jerking her into a different state of mind. Something impish and impatient. And as the fireworks start - and begin to turn from artistic renditions to something far more phallic and hilarious - she turns into his arms to hide her laughter in his shoulder. It’s a beautiful day.
Their kiss is tender, unification complete, and Evie’s hands rise to clap in the wake of their bloodied palms and smiling faces. Deimos’ voice rumbles from her side, and Evie’s broadly grinning face shines as he hands over his gift. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you both,” she gushes, still a little misty eyed as she hands over her own boxed gift. The mischief comes late on the heels of her admiration of the event, but Deimos’ playful expression hooks like a line around her navel, jerking her into a different state of mind. Something impish and impatient. And as the fireworks start - and begin to turn from artistic renditions to something far more phallic and hilarious - she turns into his arms to hide her laughter in his shoulder. It’s a beautiful day.
know that daybreak is not far away
