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
Times like these she wishes she had the soul of an Attuned, so she might feel the joy she can see radiating from his face so clearly. At the same time she is grateful to have put in the years of work to know him, to be capable of reading him so clearly even when he is not broadcasting his happiness like a beacon before her.
It would be easy to take offense to the notion of him taking on part of her share of the duties, but Evie's eyes only soften, hearing the devotion and self-sacrifice in every word. "Traveling, perhaps. For meeting with Dantalion or the other leaders, if they can't come to us." Her smile goes a bit wry, because she had just said that the pregnancy had been going smoothly enough for it to have escaped her notice for longer than planned, but - "Temperature seems to be the only persistent negative side-effect I've noticed. And sensitivity to smell - so skyboats have been a bit of a pain." She will always prefer to fly on Deimos' back, considering it safer than any other mode of transport, but right now it's currently the only way she feels truly comfortable traveling given her symptoms. "I've already planned Academy trainings to work around being pregnant, and when I had the head doctor check me out, I let her know she would need to run the infirmary solo for a while yet. She had no issues with that." Evie - ever the healer - may sometimes be hypocritical, but she is also usually one of the first to recognize her own limitations and abide by them. Or, more frequently, to make others consider them at all (Deimos).
Evie leans up into the gentle touch of his brow, still unable to stop smiling for longer than a moment or the span of a sentence. "That sounds perfect," she murmurs, hand cupping his cheek and thumb brushing across the edge of his beard, sinking into the pleasantness of the moment.
It would be easy to take offense to the notion of him taking on part of her share of the duties, but Evie's eyes only soften, hearing the devotion and self-sacrifice in every word. "Traveling, perhaps. For meeting with Dantalion or the other leaders, if they can't come to us." Her smile goes a bit wry, because she had just said that the pregnancy had been going smoothly enough for it to have escaped her notice for longer than planned, but - "Temperature seems to be the only persistent negative side-effect I've noticed. And sensitivity to smell - so skyboats have been a bit of a pain." She will always prefer to fly on Deimos' back, considering it safer than any other mode of transport, but right now it's currently the only way she feels truly comfortable traveling given her symptoms. "I've already planned Academy trainings to work around being pregnant, and when I had the head doctor check me out, I let her know she would need to run the infirmary solo for a while yet. She had no issues with that." Evie - ever the healer - may sometimes be hypocritical, but she is also usually one of the first to recognize her own limitations and abide by them. Or, more frequently, to make others consider them at all (Deimos).
Evie leans up into the gentle touch of his brow, still unable to stop smiling for longer than a moment or the span of a sentence. "That sounds perfect," she murmurs, hand cupping his cheek and thumb brushing across the edge of his beard, sinking into the pleasantness of the moment.
