Lift off your arms and I'll get the coffee
Perhaps entirely due to her shushing him earlier, Micah gives no indication to Evie that he has any knowledge of Deimos' current state of awareness. Instead once he tires of shadowing her - as she goes back and forth across the room in unpredictable patterns - the jaguar hops onto the coffee table and sits like a fluorescent sphinx watching over Deimos and Erebos.
At the window, Evie at first blinks hard when the flames shift color, as one might attempt to blink away sunspots. "Maybe I need a nap too," she murmurs with a humorous tone as she turns toward Micah, who levels her with an unimpressed look. Gravitating back to Deimos given the sigh she'd heard, Evie kneels by the couch and gently brushes stray strands of hair out of his face with a smitten smile. "You ready to wake up my love?" She'll always let him sleep when he can achieve it, but she doubts he will be for much longer (unaware that he already isn't).
At the window, Evie at first blinks hard when the flames shift color, as one might attempt to blink away sunspots. "Maybe I need a nap too," she murmurs with a humorous tone as she turns toward Micah, who levels her with an unimpressed look. Gravitating back to Deimos given the sigh she'd heard, Evie kneels by the couch and gently brushes stray strands of hair out of his face with a smitten smile. "You ready to wake up my love?" She'll always let him sleep when he can achieve it, but she doubts he will be for much longer (unaware that he already isn't).
There's sleep in your eyes, I'll pull the curtains back gently
Evie
