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
His reassurance shouldn't have been necessary, but it soothes her all the same, and her medical brain wonders idly whether her territorialness was purely political or something to be attributed to her changing body. Something to explore later; clearly there is something far more intriguing hiding behind Deimos' mischievous smile. It's a distractingly handsome expression, but not distracting enough to keep her from supplying her own magic to filling in cracks and patching holes as they walk.
Laughing under her breath and jauntily swinging her captured hand in tandem, Evie has to skip slightly on the upswing to account for their height difference which only makes it all the more amusing. Deimos is unfairly astute, because the bubble of joy helps stave off the brunt of concern that overcomes her at the notion of demigodly changes. It's not a negative piece of news per se, but the implication of the proposition having been left unanswered makes her Abandoned heart cringe with trepidation. Surely that would be a slight, especially to Safrin of all heralds? "Dangerous game, being uncertain with Safrin on a gift of that magnitude," she murmurs, certain Deimos will understand her and know she doesn't mean it disrespectfully toward his goddess. Though she's glad Hadama performed his due diligence she wonders what relationship he previously held with Safrin, and what his hesitations were. "I'm sure you gave great advice." Her hand squeezes his, certain and proud of his status as the star-mother's champion. "What were his hang-ups?" And if her blue eyes are shrewd and slanted to the side, well, some gossip tendencies never really die.
Laughing under her breath and jauntily swinging her captured hand in tandem, Evie has to skip slightly on the upswing to account for their height difference which only makes it all the more amusing. Deimos is unfairly astute, because the bubble of joy helps stave off the brunt of concern that overcomes her at the notion of demigodly changes. It's not a negative piece of news per se, but the implication of the proposition having been left unanswered makes her Abandoned heart cringe with trepidation. Surely that would be a slight, especially to Safrin of all heralds? "Dangerous game, being uncertain with Safrin on a gift of that magnitude," she murmurs, certain Deimos will understand her and know she doesn't mean it disrespectfully toward his goddess. Though she's glad Hadama performed his due diligence she wonders what relationship he previously held with Safrin, and what his hesitations were. "I'm sure you gave great advice." Her hand squeezes his, certain and proud of his status as the star-mother's champion. "What were his hang-ups?" And if her blue eyes are shrewd and slanted to the side, well, some gossip tendencies never really die.
