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Evie
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Oh, if only she’d been around to see it all. To join in the devilry and disarray. For now she is blissfully unaware, but the future holds nothing but opportunity for the two of them to claim the joy and childhood neither had gotten to experience enough of in their proper times. Even now she bumps shoulders with him, blue eyes rolling above a fond smile at his denial. “Such a gentleman,” is her sarcastic drawl, which makes it all the more ironic when he holds the door for her.
Stripping out of her own layers with a far more sincere smile as he extends his hands for them, Evie trusts he will take care of the garments, already distracted by the wonderful world he has brought her into. Head turning this way and that in a desperate bid to see it all, she heads for the closest planting box and reaches for the sprouts inside with gentle, practiced hands. It nearly distracts her enough to not register his sly comment - though when she does she squawks in offense, “Hey!” and then slaps a hand over her mouth immediately in horror that dissolved into helpless laughter. “Okay, we aren’t going to talk about that ever, but I will say it proves my point,” she laughs. Plus were feathers any better than fur? Evie’s not sure she would pull off either. Turning back to the plants she taps fingers along ones that seem particularly sad, and with a touch of magic has them straightening and brightening. Coming to the edibles, she pauses and lets her hand rest on the strawberries, encouraging it to grow and ripen within moments. Plucking it, she extends it to Deimos with a lopsided smile. “Here,” she encourages, hoping it was the right choice given her memory of his sweet tooth and what was available. Immeasurably content to be able to use her magic so freely, as she has always been able to since the day she told him what she was. Like stretching a muscle cramped from the tight spaces of confinement. don't let one be you |
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