Evie
And it's peaceful in the deep -
cause either way you cannot breathe
cause either way you cannot breathe
It’s something she has no need to blame on environmental factors, but the flush of pleasure and fluster is so similar in shade and placement to the color already brought to her face by the steaming baths that it would be the easiest thing in the world to claim correlation. Yet despite the heat she shivers as his lips brush the delicate edge of her ear, imparting compliments and praise from the heart of the only person she seeks to impress. “Your faith,” she murmurs, a touch breathless but leaning on the certainty of her answer. “Not in the gods, but in your family, and the future. Not quite optimism yet - but something similar.” Her eyes crinkle at the corners with playful ribbing there. Optimistic is not an attribute she’d assign to her husband, but the change in him is evident all the same. Certainty, bedrock, the building of habits and the benefits of reinforced positive behavior - call it what you will, but it’s something she loves to see growing in him.
So as the topic shifts and changes, sour notes and disappointment still on their tongues even if not toward each other, Evie banishes them by wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their chests together until she can feel the faint beat of his heart through his sternum. “We can’t control the actions of others, hope or second chances or not. And I don’t see any fins in this water, so let’s enjoy that hm?” Briefly she wonders if Mer can even withstand the temperatures in the springs, but she banishes that too. Kissing Deimos soundly, her fingers play gently at his nape, thumb following the trail of damp hair that clings like a damp shadow to his skin. Evie doesn’t want to talk or even think about other men right now. The one she has in her arms is all she needs. This is supposed to be a vacation after all.
So as the topic shifts and changes, sour notes and disappointment still on their tongues even if not toward each other, Evie banishes them by wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their chests together until she can feel the faint beat of his heart through his sternum. “We can’t control the actions of others, hope or second chances or not. And I don’t see any fins in this water, so let’s enjoy that hm?” Briefly she wonders if Mer can even withstand the temperatures in the springs, but she banishes that too. Kissing Deimos soundly, her fingers play gently at his nape, thumb following the trail of damp hair that clings like a damp shadow to his skin. Evie doesn’t want to talk or even think about other men right now. The one she has in her arms is all she needs. This is supposed to be a vacation after all.
no need to pray, no need to speak
