EVIE
there ain't no doubt in no ones mind
Laughter bubbles up her throat, a gentler kind of teasing sound than the mockery her vocal chords are used to. Gross, she's going soft. "If you think we can find fun without you keeling over with anxiety over a little snake, sure." A harmless thing, but his squeamish reaction is hilarious to her. Big sister rights and all that. As if she has ever needed a reason to mock Sam. Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline a matriarchal complex. Of course twin bond bullshit aside he seems to read her mind. Evie is proud to say she doesn't outwardly stiffen, though the desire lingers in her muscles like an ache she can't massage away. The silence lingers for a few moments as she gathers her words, her thoughts. "Love is a strong word Sammykins." Normally a jest, but it falls flat this time, self-conscious. "I can't guarantee she'll like me. But...yeah, I'd be willing to meet her. She's important to you." Here she shrugs awkwardly, the words unintentional as they slip out without her permission. Using the motion to somehow scrub away the gross sentimentality that comes alongside it. Would The Voice reveal Evie's status to Sam? Try to convince her to be Ascended? There are so many terrifying notions, and yet her curiosity, her gnawing desire to be seen and wanted by a God is powerful. So many years of being shunned, she can't help but grasp the opportunity with both hands.
that love's the finest thing around
