Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
It’s difficult to shut up the side of her brain that insists she not back down, rallying ideas that tread the boundaries of absurdity. How can she resist when he stares down at her with that smirk that lights embers in her veins, encouraging her to greater heights of juvenile mischief? Even his suspicion makes her grin unrepentantly, even as she shivers lightly beneath the cold of the rain that soaks them both.
“Did I? I don’t recall,” she remarks innocently, the fingers of her outstretched hand wriggling her fingers cheekily in an enticing manner. Already admitting she was out of ideas was enough of a loss on her part, any further and she’d stick out his playful torments for the remainder of their hours on stubbornness and spite alone.
Luckily he saves her from that fate by grasping her hand, and their truce is sealed. Evie squawks slightly as he turns and dives away, spraying her with droplets that are far warmer in comparison, almost scalding on her chilled upper half. He resurfaced a few feet away, and the Evergreen muffles her laughter upon noting his dilemma. Following behind, she clambers up out of the pool since he cannot and approaches Belial - and the shorts, where they’ve been deposited on a precarious outcropping. With a cheeky nudged of her earthen magic again, she slips them from their ledge, and catches the wet cloth as it plummets down. Turning, she wiggles them with a cheeky grin towards Deimos in the water. “I clearly picked the wrong time to strike our truce,” she laughs, approaching the edge with shorts in hand but not quite holding them out just yet.
“Did I? I don’t recall,” she remarks innocently, the fingers of her outstretched hand wriggling her fingers cheekily in an enticing manner. Already admitting she was out of ideas was enough of a loss on her part, any further and she’d stick out his playful torments for the remainder of their hours on stubbornness and spite alone.
Luckily he saves her from that fate by grasping her hand, and their truce is sealed. Evie squawks slightly as he turns and dives away, spraying her with droplets that are far warmer in comparison, almost scalding on her chilled upper half. He resurfaced a few feet away, and the Evergreen muffles her laughter upon noting his dilemma. Following behind, she clambers up out of the pool since he cannot and approaches Belial - and the shorts, where they’ve been deposited on a precarious outcropping. With a cheeky nudged of her earthen magic again, she slips them from their ledge, and catches the wet cloth as it plummets down. Turning, she wiggles them with a cheeky grin towards Deimos in the water. “I clearly picked the wrong time to strike our truce,” she laughs, approaching the edge with shorts in hand but not quite holding them out just yet.
know that daybreak is not far away
