Evie
Patience is his game, not hers. Evie has never known a life that did not involve persistently chasing down whatever she desires - and from the moment things had changed for them, he has remained firmly at the top of that list. Why be patient when he is here in her arms now, eyes electric blue and hungry?
Sentimentality doesn’t feel out of place here even in the haze of their aching, merely an extension of the gnawing desire she always feels for him. He seems to feel the same, because his answer lies silent but easy to read in the hot press of his mouth. Evie falls into it like a woman starved, one hand coming to sink into the roots of his hair and tightens restlessly as her magic brightens like a solar flare over her skin and into the water as she makes a soft noise of pleasure as his teeth pierce down over her lip.
Sentimentality doesn’t feel out of place here even in the haze of their aching, merely an extension of the gnawing desire she always feels for him. He seems to feel the same, because his answer lies silent but easy to read in the hot press of his mouth. Evie falls into it like a woman starved, one hand coming to sink into the roots of his hair and tightens restlessly as her magic brightens like a solar flare over her skin and into the water as she makes a soft noise of pleasure as his teeth pierce down over her lip.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
