fall back to the earth

Evie

Sunjata is a name she has heard plentifully - often in grumbled tones from Deimos himself - but the Evergreen has admittedly never met the man independently. Normally she would be hesitant to let anyone’s views, even her lover’s, color her outlook on a stranger but Sunjata’s horrific luck and bad decisions are nigh legendary by now. So her nose wrinkles the tiniest bit empathetically; off to a bad start with the news it seems. Except it turns on its head swiftly, and intrigue lights up her eyes. “Frey is planning it? That sounds delightful. Though…I guess it depends on which version, now I think about it.” Pink kisses at the apples of her cheeks at the notion of a more adult event. Evie would likely politely decline that one, much as she has come to love Frey’s nature side. The only man she cares to be intimate with is already at her side.

Deimos had told her of the Grounds’ fate early on after the war had concluded. It had admittedly broken her heart in ways she hadn’t expected after so long committed to Halo as her home. To hear it is still leaderless and relatively barren has her frowning quietly, toeing at the strange color of a plant that has grown through the crack of a downed trunk. “Hardly anyone left there to lead I imagine.” There’s a pain in her voice she can’t bleed out, but there’s no reason to hide it from Deimos anyway. “Does he need some kind of assistance?”

the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil