EVIE
She isn’t expecting company, but leave it to fate - or well-meaning guards - to bring her company regardless. Belial’s appearance is the first indication she has, but Deimos’ soft rumble isn’t far behind. Pausing where she stands with her shield not even strapped to her arm yet, Evie falters. She knows Deimos will stand by her even with her flaws and weaknesses, her negative traits and bad habits, but love makes you want to be better. Sometimes, wanting to be better isn’t enough. Working at it, hiding it, isn’t enough. There’s only expulsion sometimes when it comes to poison, and she had wanted to shield him from seeing it.
Turning, she tries for a weak smile. Smudges of purple line her eyes from a few too many nights back to back with precious little sleep. Evie knows she can’t lie to him, wouldn’t even fathom it, but she admittedly tries to diminish the severity of the truth. “Just having some trouble sleeping. Needed to try and get out of my head.” And all the horrors within it.
Turning, she tries for a weak smile. Smudges of purple line her eyes from a few too many nights back to back with precious little sleep. Evie knows she can’t lie to him, wouldn’t even fathom it, but she admittedly tries to diminish the severity of the truth. “Just having some trouble sleeping. Needed to try and get out of my head.” And all the horrors within it.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
