Evie
And it's peaceful in the deep -
cause either way you cannot breathe
cause either way you cannot breathe
Being apart from Erebos - and Micah, always willing to stay behind and join the ranks as a guardian alongside Zuriel and Belial - is never easy, but it certainly frees up her mind for other things. Normally things like fretting given the current state of the world, but today’s plan dissuades that as well. Rather adrift (though not unpleasantly so just yet) Evie follows her husband into the steamy depths of Frey’s Breath and staunchly ignores the what-ifs that normally plague her.
It’s easier to forget them when Deimos turns that smile her way; a slant of a thing that hints at mischief, but isn’t yet ready to give up the game. Evie’s hand reaches back for his without thinking, physically incapable of denying any request to be nearer to him. Their palms have not yet gone wrinkled and pruny, but Evie knows they’ll linger here more than long enough to achieve it in time.
“My counsel is yours,” she delivers with an elegant air that is firmly at odds with her own twitching, anticipatory smile.
It’s easier to forget them when Deimos turns that smile her way; a slant of a thing that hints at mischief, but isn’t yet ready to give up the game. Evie’s hand reaches back for his without thinking, physically incapable of denying any request to be nearer to him. Their palms have not yet gone wrinkled and pruny, but Evie knows they’ll linger here more than long enough to achieve it in time.
“My counsel is yours,” she delivers with an elegant air that is firmly at odds with her own twitching, anticipatory smile.
no need to pray, no need to speak
