[Seasonal Event] for the faithless

edy stage direction: insert some heavily audio-engineered pop beat heard at least 3 drinks in He really went all out with that whole broody thing. Tall, dark, and handsome he had down, but the silent treatment was a bit much. As was the eye-liner around his—oh wait, nope. Those were just some epically thick lashes. If Edy had been the overly vain type, she might have been hella jealous. As it was though, she merely gazed up at the reaper, dark eyes full of the gunpowder spark of youth and recklessness that had never yet reached a limit it couldn't push passed. It is not a crime to think. Edy cocked her head bonelessly to the side and quirked a brow. "Don't tell me that was for the luxere." She scoffed, glancing over at the pile of ashy mush simpering away into the snow. Thrusting her eyes back and up towards Deimos' scouring and weighty glare, Edy stood resilient beneath it. "Big tough guy like you, and you're out here hoping to what? Give a luxere a little pat on the head and hope it comes and shits on your doorstep during LongNight? Like some glowy-horned creature that apparently won't come out because of a little noise and fire but instead needs to be coaxed with songs and apples is gonna defend your ass from monsters?" With a bright laugh, Edy shook her head. "You can't actually be serious."