Evie
There's no greater vengeance
Than learning to enjoy again
"Could always be another Wessex. Or another me," she laughs slightly, that particular wound having scarred over with plentiful time, enough so that she can poke just the slightest bit of fun at it. An absent ruler, a temporary one, a repeat-run like Wessex...who could guess what sort Dantalion would turn out to be?Than learning to enjoy again
More importantly, why is Evie thinking about any other man at all when her husband-to-be is disrobing? Let's rectify that posthaste.
She trails him leisure, leaning against various door frames and hallway walls while blatantly watching and enjoying the show, confident her own clothing can be removed swiftly enough to allow her this moment of voyeurism. "Next season it is," she murmurs distractedly, eyes nowhere near Deimos' own. Then he has the gall to strip himself bare, and all thoughts of politics go out the window as Evie pulls her own shirt over her head, leaving her crimson hair a pleasantly tousled mess as she stalks after him with a mischievous grin, confident in her toplessness. "No more trade talk. I suddenly need a shower too."
Therapy is tiring
But so is hiding how you feel
But so is hiding how you feel
