Evie
gender nectar sifting
Deimos ensures she can't fully escape his attacks, and while she knew the entire time that any resistance was futile, it doesn't cheapen the success she feels at having stopped at least one wave of it. Noah's cry makes her sputter-laugh against the water her partner douses her with, amused that he has taken her joke and run with it confidently.
Blinking past the droplets that run from her crown down her skin and into her eyes, Evie sees her pitiful kick splash up against Deimos' back and grins with sudden inspiration. Standing on her rocky perch, the Evergreen runs the short few steps between them and jumps. All endings seem perfectly acceptable to the Evergreen; back in the warm spring, clinging to his back, or otherwise caught or flipped as he so often does, content to haul her around like a favored potato sack. Regardless, it would give Noah a perfect opening for revenge.
Blinking past the droplets that run from her crown down her skin and into her eyes, Evie sees her pitiful kick splash up against Deimos' back and grins with sudden inspiration. Standing on her rocky perch, the Evergreen runs the short few steps between them and jumps. All endings seem perfectly acceptable to the Evergreen; back in the warm spring, clinging to his back, or otherwise caught or flipped as he so often does, content to haul her around like a favored potato sack. Regardless, it would give Noah a perfect opening for revenge.
Through the grain of gold tripping
