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
The easy swing of their hands and jaunty beat of their boots helps keep any fretting over her friend at bay, unintentionally mirroring Deimos' disposition, trusting that if he is not concerned then she need not be either. "I agree, but I suspect you always had opinions on what you would choose if it was presented to you," she refutes with a little grin hiding in the corner of her mouth. Not everyone is so certain and unswayable as her husband, so perhaps she should not judge them from the lens of his own solid morals.
"You're not wrong there. They are still as enigmatic a race as they were before they revealed themselves." Something that, unlike the Fae who had only suffered because of the humans traipsing around in their woods, may go great lengths in protecting them. "But their isolation seems to be keeping them safe, so it might not be impossible if he chooses to step out of the role." Either as king or as a Mer, if that were even possible when achieving partial godhood. "I still have not visited the kingdom itself, though I likely could with my magic alone now. Have you?" She turns her face to him curiously, idly patching a thin, surface-level crack with a bit of magic as she does.
"You're not wrong there. They are still as enigmatic a race as they were before they revealed themselves." Something that, unlike the Fae who had only suffered because of the humans traipsing around in their woods, may go great lengths in protecting them. "But their isolation seems to be keeping them safe, so it might not be impossible if he chooses to step out of the role." Either as king or as a Mer, if that were even possible when achieving partial godhood. "I still have not visited the kingdom itself, though I likely could with my magic alone now. Have you?" She turns her face to him curiously, idly patching a thin, surface-level crack with a bit of magic as she does.
