Evie
normality is a paved road
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
comfortable to walk, but where no flowers grow
The delicate balance of cooking is thankfully perfectly wrapping up as she begins plating the simple breakfast, allowing her time to watch Deimos’ reaction. Her grin is immediate and self-satisfied. It’s clear he adores it, and her heart swells with love to see him so affected by a sentimental but otherwise simple effort.
“We’re conspiring to make another that says ‘Go Away’ for your office door,” she confides like a secret in hushed asides, blue eyes practically twinkling with mirth. “Your choice if it’s a smile or a frown.” Either option would be equally amusing, and it’s currently the upper limit of Erebos’ artistic abilities.
She leans into him as he kisses her hair, even if it’s only for a moment. Holding out one of the plates she uses it to bump into his chest slightly to usher him back toward the table. “Of course, but take this first or it’ll go cold. I need more hands anyway.” Not that her negging can conceal the excitement on her face as she sets her own plate down and immediately flexes her fingers in a ‘gimme’ motion the second they’re free. Domesticity comes in so many endearing forms she’d never anticipated as a young woman, and this charming shared lack of wrapping and presentation for gifts is one of them. There is so much to worry and dread, but these pockets of happiness are what keep her from forgetting all the good things she has that make fighting worth it.
“We’re conspiring to make another that says ‘Go Away’ for your office door,” she confides like a secret in hushed asides, blue eyes practically twinkling with mirth. “Your choice if it’s a smile or a frown.” Either option would be equally amusing, and it’s currently the upper limit of Erebos’ artistic abilities.
She leans into him as he kisses her hair, even if it’s only for a moment. Holding out one of the plates she uses it to bump into his chest slightly to usher him back toward the table. “Of course, but take this first or it’ll go cold. I need more hands anyway.” Not that her negging can conceal the excitement on her face as she sets her own plate down and immediately flexes her fingers in a ‘gimme’ motion the second they’re free. Domesticity comes in so many endearing forms she’d never anticipated as a young woman, and this charming shared lack of wrapping and presentation for gifts is one of them. There is so much to worry and dread, but these pockets of happiness are what keep her from forgetting all the good things she has that make fighting worth it.
