Evie
this floral patterned imagery makes me feel like hell
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
With the season coming to a slow, dwindling end, it's strange to think how far they have come after such devastation. Evie ruminates over it all morning, filled to the brim with pride in her people and their resilience. Strengthening the walls is merely another step, and given that time and progress has meant a re-establishment of hers and Deimos' sleep schedules, she is bright-eyed and ready for work when she gets to the southern wall. Given she has arrived first, she uses the time to stretch plentifully, easing out any stiffness or aches manually.
Micah - lounging in the sun just beyond the shadow of the wall - alerts her to Deimos' arrival first, though he does nothing about it himself. Lifting her head, Evie smiles at her husband, only for a slight furrow of intrigue to form between her brows at the choice of words he greets her with. Snacks alleviate her concern slightly, but she moves to meet him all the same with a quick kiss. "What sort of news? Is it bad enough to warrant snacks first?" A full stomach might make the news easier to swallow - or perhaps she's just hungry.
Micah - lounging in the sun just beyond the shadow of the wall - alerts her to Deimos' arrival first, though he does nothing about it himself. Lifting her head, Evie smiles at her husband, only for a slight furrow of intrigue to form between her brows at the choice of words he greets her with. Snacks alleviate her concern slightly, but she moves to meet him all the same with a quick kiss. "What sort of news? Is it bad enough to warrant snacks first?" A full stomach might make the news easier to swallow - or perhaps she's just hungry.
