Evie
His logic is damning, and it makes her flush with shame that she doesn’t let contort her actual expression. She’d never sacrifice someone else in his place, certainly not anyone who wouldn’t willingly go, but why must the place be filled at all? “The demigods who were already chosen,” she mutters, voice still thick with emotion but eyes sliding away, aware it’s an argument more hollow than the fear in her gut.
But Evie has long known that fear - especially helpless, aimless fear, the kind that cannot be resolved - can only be fought with sentiments like love and hope. Both exist in the curled locks that sit in the palm of her hand, a talisman stronger than anything her magic can accomplish. She watches as glass encases the freely given strands, and she manages a timid smile. There is no fix to this situation. While her tears may show her care and concern, they are no Phoenix tears, capable of mending and restoring. Shedding them has no bearing on where Deimos’ future will take him.
The Evergreen isn’t expecting a gift of any kind in return, much less something magical and so potent in its abilities. Blinking red-rimmed eyes owlishly, Evie carefully takes one of the ear cuffs, examining it closely before trustingly clipping it around the cartilage of her ear immediately. Their capabilities bring a wave of relief and comfort so unexpected it nearly bowls her over, and she sways nearer, placing a steadying hand on the flat front of Deimos’ shoulder. “Thank you,” she repeats back to him, voice soft and full of a depth of emotion she can’t put to better words. Regardless of their respective fates, even in the worst case scenario they would both have an opportunity for warnings, updates - goodbyes, even. “How do they activate?” Focusing on things that help her turn her attention away from her own emotions in the hopes that they might settle.
But Evie has long known that fear - especially helpless, aimless fear, the kind that cannot be resolved - can only be fought with sentiments like love and hope. Both exist in the curled locks that sit in the palm of her hand, a talisman stronger than anything her magic can accomplish. She watches as glass encases the freely given strands, and she manages a timid smile. There is no fix to this situation. While her tears may show her care and concern, they are no Phoenix tears, capable of mending and restoring. Shedding them has no bearing on where Deimos’ future will take him.
The Evergreen isn’t expecting a gift of any kind in return, much less something magical and so potent in its abilities. Blinking red-rimmed eyes owlishly, Evie carefully takes one of the ear cuffs, examining it closely before trustingly clipping it around the cartilage of her ear immediately. Their capabilities bring a wave of relief and comfort so unexpected it nearly bowls her over, and she sways nearer, placing a steadying hand on the flat front of Deimos’ shoulder. “Thank you,” she repeats back to him, voice soft and full of a depth of emotion she can’t put to better words. Regardless of their respective fates, even in the worst case scenario they would both have an opportunity for warnings, updates - goodbyes, even. “How do they activate?” Focusing on things that help her turn her attention away from her own emotions in the hopes that they might settle.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
