He wouldn’t expect Evie to assess anything with just her eyes – and while the motions are not doctoral, they’re analytical in a deeper sense. Rest assured in safety and connections, in things yet to materialize, in motions they’d set forth years before – some modicum of satisfaction gleaned in his eyes, and in his arms, as she leaned into him. “Good,” he rumbled, pressing her deeper into his side, dropping his head obnoxiously to barely settle on top of hers. “We will be okay,” he murmured. “And learn together.” They were going to make mistakes; it was inevitable, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t become better for it. He'd already tread many lines with Kiada.
A faint snort ruffled the hairs on her head, and he lifted his chin to spy upon the paper again. Damara sounded harsh to his ears, though he couldn’t signify the why behind it. Though he had to laugh once more at the notions of traditions going by the wayside, the strict regime of it all filtering and flickering away. “We do not have to be beholden to any of these rules,” that they’d decided upon a whim. Tucking her purposefully under his chin, he pondered a few others. “I do like Imogen and Nami. Or Chione, Nyla…Maren.”
A faint snort ruffled the hairs on her head, and he lifted his chin to spy upon the paper again. Damara sounded harsh to his ears, though he couldn’t signify the why behind it. Though he had to laugh once more at the notions of traditions going by the wayside, the strict regime of it all filtering and flickering away. “We do not have to be beholden to any of these rules,” that they’d decided upon a whim. Tucking her purposefully under his chin, he pondered a few others. “I do like Imogen and Nami. Or Chione, Nyla…Maren.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
