Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Evie and Deimos could easily volley and rain pebbles and sediment down into the water without twitching a finger, but the catharsis of lobbing rocks is too nice to pass up. Evie can envision plentiful faces where those bubbles emerge while throwing gritty desert stones and pretending they're much larger. Maybe pointier.
Where indeed? Evie hums noncommittally - her opinion only matters to Deimos really, and so long as the infection stays as far from Halo as possible she doesn't have much of one - but even if she'd had something to say, she too is beset by startled laughter as rain comes pouring down in what seems to be merely the span between blinks.
Lifting a hand to shield her eyes as rain drips from her brows immediately, Evie blinks the water away and watches her husband transform with a grin that is already brighter and looser than before. Such is the magic of rainstorms in unexpected places. "Well make sure to electrocute the crab in the water, not the crabby lady in the waterfall." Snorting to herself (because Deimos can't groan or snark back in his shifted form, hah) Evie climbs upon her thunderbird-husband with enough grace to imply due familiarity. "Charge!" She whoops cheerfully, ready to watch from prime seating as the Sword devastates some poor crustacean that doesn't know it has the ill-fated luck of being the next comically unprepared sacrifice on Deimos' long-running slaughter list.
Where indeed? Evie hums noncommittally - her opinion only matters to Deimos really, and so long as the infection stays as far from Halo as possible she doesn't have much of one - but even if she'd had something to say, she too is beset by startled laughter as rain comes pouring down in what seems to be merely the span between blinks.
Lifting a hand to shield her eyes as rain drips from her brows immediately, Evie blinks the water away and watches her husband transform with a grin that is already brighter and looser than before. Such is the magic of rainstorms in unexpected places. "Well make sure to electrocute the crab in the water, not the crabby lady in the waterfall." Snorting to herself (because Deimos can't groan or snark back in his shifted form, hah) Evie climbs upon her thunderbird-husband with enough grace to imply due familiarity. "Charge!" She whoops cheerfully, ready to watch from prime seating as the Sword devastates some poor crustacean that doesn't know it has the ill-fated luck of being the next comically unprepared sacrifice on Deimos' long-running slaughter list.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
