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Evie
fear has favourites
A log pops in the fireplace, and in another life, another city, she might have jumped; nerves tightly strung and singing with anxiety. Today, she doesn’t even blink, the glow of firelight on her lover’s cheeks as he smirks and relaxes backward into plush pillows and fine things the only thing present in her mind. So often is she struck by his handsomeness, her love for him, that often she misses the omnipresent seditious behavior that warns of retaliation. It’s the best kind of wool over her eyes, one she wouldn’t dream of removing. Even when it costs her a delicacy as coveted as a marshmallow.
“Hey!” she exclaims in instinctive girlish accusation even as a grin splits her face just as readily. Instead of warring her magic against his own - something she has done repeatedly with little success in the past - Evie transfers her mug to one hand as the other snatches out at the floating treat, hoping to snag it into her palm despite its guaranteed sticky nature. She won’t let go of it that easily. don't let one be you |
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