EVIE
like love is a bad word
Gloved hands fly to cover her mouth as Deimos turns at exactly the wrong time, ensuring the snowball she’d aimed for his shoulder explodes across his cheek. Giggles escape moments later despite herself, but Evie knows she has precious little time now, and already she is turning and leaping over the closest tree trunk in a scramble to get away from the retaliation she’s sure is promised. Her laughter trails behind her as she weaves through the few remaining trees, a snowball hitting her calf and skirting past her bicep as she runs. “That was your own fault!” she laughs, halfway to breathless already with the force of her mirth. Hoping the downed trees would impede Deimos from chasing after her, she ducks behind a tree and plasters herself to its trunk, listening intently for signs of his pursuit.
