Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Evie will never tire of watching his magic at work, and she has ruminated on this thought many times in their years together, even before confessions and intertwined lives. There is an artistry and care that lives in his orchestrations that even his schematics and sketches - though drawn with the same hand - cannot hope to compare to. Though his oldest magic may not be creation, he proves himself the champion of life every time he breathes it into something new. Evie will never be disenchanted of her admiration; even now it's clear in the way she holds her breath and leans forward, eyes wide and unblinking as she witnesses this transformation of elements into something cohesive and uniform.
The elegance with which he presents the sword is not lost on her, and her cheeks flush as surely as if it truly were a rose in his hands. Reverent, her own hands come to gingerly transfer the sword from his hands to her own, still scarcely daring to blink as she feels the weight of it in her palms. "I wish I could ever find words for how amazing I find you," she confesses with nary an ounce of shame or embarrassment in her frankness. "It's beautiful. Thank you honey." The scimitar's steel gleams bright and unburdened by even a single fingerprint, the handle artistically curved, its smooth edge sharper than even the most freshly forged blade in the Halovian markets. Lifting her eyes slowly, a foxlike grin begins to grow on her lips. "Say...want to go test it out?" Because what's a date between them without a little destruction and tomfoolery?
The elegance with which he presents the sword is not lost on her, and her cheeks flush as surely as if it truly were a rose in his hands. Reverent, her own hands come to gingerly transfer the sword from his hands to her own, still scarcely daring to blink as she feels the weight of it in her palms. "I wish I could ever find words for how amazing I find you," she confesses with nary an ounce of shame or embarrassment in her frankness. "It's beautiful. Thank you honey." The scimitar's steel gleams bright and unburdened by even a single fingerprint, the handle artistically curved, its smooth edge sharper than even the most freshly forged blade in the Halovian markets. Lifting her eyes slowly, a foxlike grin begins to grow on her lips. "Say...want to go test it out?" Because what's a date between them without a little destruction and tomfoolery?
know that daybreak is not far away
