Deimos
An emboldened grin marked its way back along his features at her agreement; mind beginning to concoct further preambles and potentials before her second statement. To say that he was surprised might’ve been an understatement, eyes rounding slightly before they returned to their residual specious countenance. Either Deimos didn’t prefer being the one spoiled, surprised, or shocked, for he wasn’t one for over-indulgence (for his loved ones, sure, for himself, no), or it was a combination of all of the above. An odd inner turmoil surfaced, and he wrinkled his nose, amused, but suddenly, instantly wary, uncertain if he wanted to be on the fringes of Evie’s schemes. “Sure,” he accepted with the notable vigilance and prudence, as if he had to plot out the many possibilities the Evergreen could create.
When she wouldn’t allow him to do the dodging or hedging thereafter either, he sighed, making a long grand breath unfurl past the tendrils and tassels of fiery hair. “Fine. Depends on what you are planning,” he huffed on pretenses; fairly certain she wouldn’t push herself to any disastrous heights (but then again, he could recall many a memory before they were even married – and that made him narrow his eyes). From there, were schemes and nuances, and the excitement of ever-pending things once again, feeling like another victory from all the wreckage of yesteryears.
[FIN]
When she wouldn’t allow him to do the dodging or hedging thereafter either, he sighed, making a long grand breath unfurl past the tendrils and tassels of fiery hair. “Fine. Depends on what you are planning,” he huffed on pretenses; fairly certain she wouldn’t push herself to any disastrous heights (but then again, he could recall many a memory before they were even married – and that made him narrow his eyes). From there, were schemes and nuances, and the excitement of ever-pending things once again, feeling like another victory from all the wreckage of yesteryears.
[FIN]
i rule the stars, not the other way around
