Evie
through her, in a rush of musk and saffron
It’s definitely something to consider, and Evie puffs her cheeks out, releasing the air slowly in a considering noise. “I sure hope so. It’s hard to tell his personality just yet, which doesn’t help us prepare.” All they can do is hope for the best, and perhaps try to arrange a meeting structured to have greater odds.
Ginger brows rise, now even more curious - even as amusement shines in her eyes at how he’d chosen a new side project instead of pursuing further renovations. “Oh? What sort of weapon? Is it for yourself?” Often he gifts magically imbued creations to his soldiers and inner circle, so it could feasibly be for anyone.
The mischief in his gaze is blatant, and Evie knows she’s at the mercy of his discipline - which luckily seems to pay off given she doesn’t end up swiftly draped over him on the floor. Not a terrible position to be in at all, but it wouldn’t fill their stomachs. Stifling a laugh at his reluctance to put aside leftovers for anyone but themselves, Evie heads back to the fridge to pull out more fish than would normally be required for the two of them while Deimos washes his hands. “Will you do the salad?”
Ginger brows rise, now even more curious - even as amusement shines in her eyes at how he’d chosen a new side project instead of pursuing further renovations. “Oh? What sort of weapon? Is it for yourself?” Often he gifts magically imbued creations to his soldiers and inner circle, so it could feasibly be for anyone.
The mischief in his gaze is blatant, and Evie knows she’s at the mercy of his discipline - which luckily seems to pay off given she doesn’t end up swiftly draped over him on the floor. Not a terrible position to be in at all, but it wouldn’t fill their stomachs. Stifling a laugh at his reluctance to put aside leftovers for anyone but themselves, Evie heads back to the fridge to pull out more fish than would normally be required for the two of them while Deimos washes his hands. “Will you do the salad?”
beauty falls into disarray
