I found my foundation changed by your patience
The arch of Deimos' brow is a dangerous thing, and though Evie has no hope of stopping it and is perhaps even digging her grave deeper, she narrows her eyes at him slightly to refute the silent challenge she sees there. If there were not witnesses, perhaps she'd even do the 'I'm watching you' motion, but currently she's trying to be the cool stepmom-to-be. Oh god, is that technically what she'll be? The spiral of that thought distracts her thoroughly, only resurfacing from her temporary panic as Kiada gives in and supplies information on her new beau.
"Wow. 'Seemed nice'? That's the highest praise I've heard from you in a while, especially for someone Kiada's dating," Evie teases, though she winks over at Kiada, making it clear she's glad that Deimos thinks so highly of the man she's interested in. It's easier than lingering on thoughts of Sam, and how he'd been so close to the freedom he'd sought from the Voice for years.
Instead, she zeroes in on the dessert Deimos has busied himself with, silently employing puppy eyes early in hopes of getting the first slice.
"Wow. 'Seemed nice'? That's the highest praise I've heard from you in a while, especially for someone Kiada's dating," Evie teases, though she winks over at Kiada, making it clear she's glad that Deimos thinks so highly of the man she's interested in. It's easier than lingering on thoughts of Sam, and how he'd been so close to the freedom he'd sought from the Voice for years.
Instead, she zeroes in on the dessert Deimos has busied himself with, silently employing puppy eyes early in hopes of getting the first slice.
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
