I found my foundation changed by your patience
"BAH!" she calls back dramatically over her shoulder, careful not to be loud enough to disturb their son but still making her (feigned) objections known. Breakfast is enough enticement to allow the work-related mood killer, but only just.
Keeping her wash straightforward instead of luxurious, Evie trots downstairs, lured by the smell of food. Deimos is already mid-creation it seems, which she isn't surprised by. They'd loosely thrown options and ideas around beforehand and magical creation is by far the easiest route - and it ensures neither of them have to go into the Citadel's market sector for fabric and notions.
"Okay, work first so I'm not tempted by both food and arts-and-crafts. We've been pretty consistently preferring training since Halo's doing so well in infrastructure - stay the course?" She maneuvers around the kitchen island as she asks, prowling around the food even though it's not finished yet. "Though you'll never complain about focusing on recruits," Evie teases with a grin. It's a core tenant of her husband's existence, and she sees it as a virtue - though not one that can't be used for a bit of teasing, just as he teases her for her trashy romance books.
"The ends should be more raggedy," she adds as an afterthought, standing on her toes to peer at the costumes in his hands. "Maybe fake bloodstains for creepy factor?"
Keeping her wash straightforward instead of luxurious, Evie trots downstairs, lured by the smell of food. Deimos is already mid-creation it seems, which she isn't surprised by. They'd loosely thrown options and ideas around beforehand and magical creation is by far the easiest route - and it ensures neither of them have to go into the Citadel's market sector for fabric and notions.
"Okay, work first so I'm not tempted by both food and arts-and-crafts. We've been pretty consistently preferring training since Halo's doing so well in infrastructure - stay the course?" She maneuvers around the kitchen island as she asks, prowling around the food even though it's not finished yet. "Though you'll never complain about focusing on recruits," Evie teases with a grin. It's a core tenant of her husband's existence, and she sees it as a virtue - though not one that can't be used for a bit of teasing, just as he teases her for her trashy romance books.
"The ends should be more raggedy," she adds as an afterthought, standing on her toes to peer at the costumes in his hands. "Maybe fake bloodstains for creepy factor?"
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
