{se} this little light

Evie

You thrill me, you delight me
You're all that I've been yearning for

There’s no need for guilt, and her smile reassures as readily as the gentle touch beneath the table. There is a special privilege in life improving so much that the constant, low-level vigilance begins to ease. It doesn’t make them less grateful, merely shifts the focus from active to passive. His wink makes her laugh (softly, in deference to Erebos) and shake her head fondly. “Me too. It seems fitting that the Ancients are making it their home given the region has been chaotic for years.” Dygra’s children seem perfectly primed to capitalize on it instead of suffering beneath it. “They can keep it,” she teases back; the region and the chaos both.

It may be difficult to hear, but Evie has always appreciated that Deimos never hides these things from her and refuses to even sit on the matter in vain hopes of a ‘better time’. She doesn’t speak for a long while, spinning the handle of the spoon and watching the light shift across its surface. There is plenty to ignite over and yet she can’t seem to. Evie isn’t sure if it will come in time or if the hurt is a deeper sort, the kind to curl around and hide from the world instead of exploding over. “There’s so much wrong in both statements I don’t even know where to start,” she murmurs, tone bitter. Her lips twist into a cruel facsimile of a smile as her eyes lift to her husband. “I suppose only children can be jeopardized, the rest must go to war at anyone’s heed. And, of course, the only loss for you would have been your child, not his mother.” Did she feel so strongly about throwing themselves into the fire that she could not even apologize for Evie being endangered? Not even in private and to Deimos’ face? It’s a sour stone in her gut to know Maea had not even breathed Evie’s name amidst apologies and meager accountability. Maybe it’s ironic justice to compensate for Evie’s girlhood torture of the woman, but it hurts that this comes on the heels of what she had believed to be shared efforts to become sincere friends.

I love you, I adore you - I lay my life before you
I only want you more and more