Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
He’s eternally light footed, and it’s only Micah emerging from the living room and making a small noise of greeting that spares her being startled (he’d likely been napping by the coals of the fire again). Throwing an appreciative wink toward her bonded before sneaking a kiss to Deimos’ jaw as he pulls away, Evie fluffs up the eggs with one arm so the other won’t jostle Erebos. She’s always been a runner but her biceps are getting pretty impressive as a mom if she says so herself.
Starting the bacon midway through the eggs cooking - timing both so that neither goes cold by plating time is harder than riding a landshark - Evie can only spare a quick grin over her shoulder as she gestures one freckled elbow toward the gift on the table. “Go ahead, we’re watching.” Well - after a quick tilt Erebos is questionably included. His eyes are certainly open and aware, but Evie can’t promise much more.
Starting the bacon midway through the eggs cooking - timing both so that neither goes cold by plating time is harder than riding a landshark - Evie can only spare a quick grin over her shoulder as she gestures one freckled elbow toward the gift on the table. “Go ahead, we’re watching.” Well - after a quick tilt Erebos is questionably included. His eyes are certainly open and aware, but Evie can’t promise much more.
