Evie
this floral patterned imagery makes me feel like hell
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
I know I'm not your type but I adore your vibe
It's rare for Evie to get so swiftly and solidly worked up, but she had taken on the Warden mantle knowing and accepting that these angles of politics were to be hers to command and pursue. To have this happen so suddenly, so unexpectedly...it makes fire writhe in her ribs, and she isn't even sure why but it feels almost beyond her control.
Deimos' familiar tones and Micah's fur beneath her palm are the only grounding portions keeping her in control. Pinching her nose with her free hand, Evie sucks in a sharp breath as Deimos fills her in on his assumptions and knowledge. "Of course it matters. It's not like we advertised he was no longer our advisor, and he's a demigod to boot," she mutters, a hiss of frustration underlining each word. Not that she needs to be telling Deimos that - she's certain he agrees with her, long before he confirms it by sharing what he'd said to Noah.
Dropping her hand away from her face to better display her utter bafflement, Evie takes her hand away from Micah and reaches out to squeeze Deimos' hand. "You did nothing wrong. He can be upset all he wants - he's playing with fire, and he won't even admit to it. We have the least amount of connection with Dantalion and the Grounds, straining those nonexistent ties is -" she gurgles a frustrated noise for lack of better words to fill the space. "We can't be dealing with this with all the rest going on!" Turning, she steps into the Sword's space and thunks her head down on his sternum, needing him close to center her.
Deimos' familiar tones and Micah's fur beneath her palm are the only grounding portions keeping her in control. Pinching her nose with her free hand, Evie sucks in a sharp breath as Deimos fills her in on his assumptions and knowledge. "Of course it matters. It's not like we advertised he was no longer our advisor, and he's a demigod to boot," she mutters, a hiss of frustration underlining each word. Not that she needs to be telling Deimos that - she's certain he agrees with her, long before he confirms it by sharing what he'd said to Noah.
Dropping her hand away from her face to better display her utter bafflement, Evie takes her hand away from Micah and reaches out to squeeze Deimos' hand. "You did nothing wrong. He can be upset all he wants - he's playing with fire, and he won't even admit to it. We have the least amount of connection with Dantalion and the Grounds, straining those nonexistent ties is -" she gurgles a frustrated noise for lack of better words to fill the space. "We can't be dealing with this with all the rest going on!" Turning, she steps into the Sword's space and thunks her head down on his sternum, needing him close to center her.
