Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
Erebos is a blessedly easy baby, but he's a baby nonetheless, and though Evie isn't as light of a sleeper as Deimos she doesn't normally sleep hard enough to miss something like her husband waking so harshly - until she's exhausted by chubby-legged, gummy-toothed toddler tyrants.
It's not until Deimos shifts in bed and reaches for his bedside book that her brain starts to come back online. Shifting slightly, brow scrunching, Evie rolls onto her back and settles briefly only when her shoulder connects with some part of Deimos in reassurance of his presence in the bed. As her eyes blink blearily open, the first thing she sees is she book in his lap. A soft noise of curiosity and the small beginnings of concern builds in her throat. "Mornin'," she rasps, unwilling to sit up just yet. "Everything okay?" A gripping idea, a normal nightmare, or something more?
It's not until Deimos shifts in bed and reaches for his bedside book that her brain starts to come back online. Shifting slightly, brow scrunching, Evie rolls onto her back and settles briefly only when her shoulder connects with some part of Deimos in reassurance of his presence in the bed. As her eyes blink blearily open, the first thing she sees is she book in his lap. A soft noise of curiosity and the small beginnings of concern builds in her throat. "Mornin'," she rasps, unwilling to sit up just yet. "Everything okay?" A gripping idea, a normal nightmare, or something more?
