Evie
In your arms I understand all at once
That my life has been building me up to us
Does she want to know? Well, it’s too late. The big knowing part that is. And there’s really no avoiding it, right? It’s a kindness that she and Deimos can’t both tap into the Attuned bond because surely it would be a feedback loop of emotional spiraling fit for medal placement if they could. “I wouldn’t have wanted to before now, but since I know she’s really gone now…it only leaves more questions now that she’s here. Questions I can’t say no to as certainly or as easily.” For their newness if nothing else. That my life has been building me up to us
It feels unfair - even somehow selfish - to be in the small group of people more taken aback and put on the back foot by the return of lost souls instead of purely appreciative. Especially during a loving celebration of such a meaningful milestone for an even more meaningful couple. Whether it’s the keen awareness of that or some dusty, old sentiment from Wordsworth days breathing down her neck, it forces a stiff smile on Evie’s face.
“No matter what, it’s only one night. We know it’s survivable for that alone.” That’s more than they’ve ever been able to say before when faced with looming threats of this size. This one is just more…human-shaped. Emotional. And therefore stands to hurt or heal them to greater degrees than any physical alternatives. But she can’t contend with that right now when she’s trying to put on a brave face. Or maybe even just figure out what in the gods’ names she’s actually feeling.
Squeezing Deimos’ hands, Evie leans up to kiss him and prays they’ll walk away from this with more healing having occurred than hurt. It’s a low bar maybe, but a meaningful one. This opportunity - good or bad - won’t come again. They need to face it while it’s here.
In your hands I am mine, you take me to myself
The tenses I knew now they bring me to you
The tenses I knew now they bring me to you
