Evie
Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea
Evie makes a doubtful noise, though she’s aware enough of her own grudges against the Grounds to keep it fittingly brief. It would be heretical - even as an Abandoned - to wish for it to be torn down entirely and forgotten to time, but she can’t deny a small part of her does wish it even so. “Hopefully fewer uncomfortable pews and stuffy silences, that’s not the sort of background I’d envision for a couple like them,” she snorts, lips quirked whether Deimos can see it or not. He looks mildly melted into the bed, but so long as he’s not suffocating himself Evie doesn’t see fit to intervene. And toss all your thoughts out to the sea
Her eyes narrow as his leg moves, immediately suspicious. Alas, her husband knows her well, and her attention is adequately hooked by the question he poses. “It’s good Sunjata wants to trade, but for now I agree that’s best. Until we know what we’d even want out of an exchange.” How to utilize it, what they might offer in return, all sorts of red tape and consulting with the citizens to ascertain their desires.
As her hands move to massage at the small of his back, wrapping around to coax tension from his hips as well, Evie takes the bait of envisioning outcomes instead of keeping a close eye on her wily husband.
I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me
So we can get lost, you and me
