EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
She grins, though her relaxed posture is a conceding one. "Only sometimes, I wouldn't torture you unnecessarily." And pointing out his growing tolerance - for lack of a kinder phrase, for it would be less accurate for its kindness - is more of a compliment to Deimos, though he develops hives if they come in excess. They have a lifetime to experience more of those precious moments, the both of them. Not just theirs but their son's lifetime too. As they linger in their kiss and the certainty of their embrace, she holds tight to that vision of a long, happy future. Perhaps never boring. Likely always a little dangerous. But Gods willing let it be long and happy. If they heed any of her worthless prayers, let it be this one.
The roots of her hair tell her of his mischief even when his hands and the look in his eyes distract her. She keeps her serene smile by her very fingertips to resist giving him the satisfaction for a moment longer. "The mint one please. Think you're skilled enough to apply it with my new hairdo?" She lifts a hand to frame it as if it's a stylish choice, a doubtful moue pursing her lips as her eyes flicker between the shampoo and Deimos' hands.
that love's the finest thing around
