Evie
Evie is entirely unsurprised by his stoicism, the minor inflections of emotion on his face. She recalls it from last time too, but she doesn't mind being the driving emotional force. It's a talent of hers after all. Instead she focuses back on the target, twirling her last knife in her hand. It had ended up with a few cuts, but it had been worth it to learn the heft and spin of it. Has overall made her throws more accurate. Though his jaw hardens at something beyond her grasp, his mouth holds the ghost of a smile, and her own is gratuitously large in response. As if she has won something by convincing him to join her in parallel of their first meeting. She watches as he winds up, his throw perfect as always, sinking into the target with a satisfying thunk of noise. She cheers, throwing her hands up, careful of the knife still clutched in one as she laughs. "As perfect as always!"
Just as competitive, she readjusts the knife in her palms and throws it as well. It's off center but sinks in point-first, and she crows in satisfaction. "I gotta say it's probably never going to prepare me for throwing at a moving target, but it's something." She wanders towards the structure to retrieve her knives now that her last has been used, and as she pulls them from the straw she turns over her shoulder to glance at Deimos. "Amalia told me you've been together for some time. I'm certainly not capable of giving a good shovel talk, but I'm glad you're treating her right." Amalia had certainly gushed about him that morning, and it had filled Evie with warmth to see her so happy. Turning, she hands back the knife Deimos had thrown, ready for another round.
be the love you never received
the love you've always wanted
