Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
Evie leans into his talented hands with a crooning sigh, utterly melted over his curves and edges as the pleasant sensation of having her hair played with soothes any lingering sparks of frenetic energy. It makes thinking a little harder, but Evie accepts that trade-off. "Night swimming, or sunrise," she declares glibly. They could shower thirty times in the span of their honeymoon if necessary. There is something utterly delightful in being directionless and untethered; a complete break from their normally structured lives as Wardens.
Still, it's quite possible they'll get distracted if they shower together - loathe as she is to admit it - so Evie stirs and sits up to straddle Deimos' waist. The barest effort to begin actually moving. "How about I start on pancakes while you shower, and then we trade off?"
