Evie
The Barracks are becoming more familiar to Evie with each passing day. They’re where Deimos practically lives after all; and Evie is not ashamed to say she shadows him nearly every other day, craving his company that so fully chases away the loneliness. It means he gets to kick her ass in training, of course, but it’s a price she’s willing to pay. The news of the event is given to her directly, and for all Deimos has done for her she doesn’t even consider saying no.
The other man is a stranger, which is no surprise. Evie arrives with only herself. Confident in Deimos’ over-preparative personality and her own magic. Too well-trained in manners to ignore the younger man, she smiles his way and nods in greeting before turning to the General. “You owe me a spa day if you’re going to keep making me wake up sore from all this work,” she teases, forgoing those previous manners like they’d never existed as her smile turns cheeky. Arms folding, she cocks a hip and waits for orders.
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Pre-KQ. Evie brings…nothing. :’D
The other man is a stranger, which is no surprise. Evie arrives with only herself. Confident in Deimos’ over-preparative personality and her own magic. Too well-trained in manners to ignore the younger man, she smiles his way and nods in greeting before turning to the General. “You owe me a spa day if you’re going to keep making me wake up sore from all this work,” she teases, forgoing those previous manners like they’d never existed as her smile turns cheeky. Arms folding, she cocks a hip and waits for orders.
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Pre-KQ. Evie brings…nothing. :’D
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
