[se] first and fierce affirming sight

Deimos

Snapping a few twigs away from the stick in his hand, he fed them to the fire, waiting for Evie’s reaction. The rounding of her eyes and following laugh seemed to do the trick, because he’d been uncertain the entire time, and still was now, shaking his head and handing her the bare bough, before maneuvering to perfect his own. “Very little,” and while he’d held tiny creatures before, they’d been animals sent scampering back to mothers; nothing quite as fragile as newborn children. “Slightly terrifying,” and he winked, despite the truth of the matter – because one slip or wrong motion could’ve spelled disaster quickly – and for someone who’d always held a weapon between his hands, it’d been a different trial and tribulation altogether. “Just one,” thank the gods. Noah probably realized two would have sent him reeling out the door.

Content and satisfied with how his stick had turned out, he snagged at the bag of marshmallows hidden along the folds of the tent (purposefully, otherwise he could be assured there wouldn’t be any s’mores to make), and the rest of the ingredients. Settling on the log closest to her and Micah, he sighed, before placing the crackers, chocolate, and sweets in between their forms, as if saddened he had to share, or waiting for the inevitable stealing. Snagging at one before she could do just that, he skewered it upon the top of his branch, and let it sizzle over the fire, his eyes turning back to her all the while. “How are you?”

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