EVIE
like love is a bad word
Freshly pink-cheeked from her morning run, Evie strides out of the Citadel gates with her long hair in a plait that sways over one shoulder, tied tail bouncing with each step. Deimos’ voice turns her attention from the east acknowledgment of the guards, and the Evergreen turns her eyes to him, all others falling away. A smile dawns beneath star-kissed cheeks. “Is that an invitation to dawdle?” It’s a tease of a response, aware of the exact opposite implication he had intended.Belial has been evicted from his seat in the sled, so Evie spares him a boisterous pat as she walks past him to bump hips with Deimos. It’s a strange date to be sure, but Evie is sure their future holds stranger. “Do you think it’s blasphemous for me to do this given what everyone calls me?” The Evergreen: slayer of trees. Likely not what people had anticipated when they’d dubbed the apothecarist such.
