Evie
It’s a nice reminder that though she doesn’t say all of it out loud, Deimos can track the path of her thoughts well enough to follow along to her natural assumptions and projections. It’s no surprise; even without taking into account their friendship, he had been the General she appointed as Queen, and they’d had a rhythm for the short time they’d been in those respective roles.
Still, nothing is perfectly seamless during these work gatherings, and as the metal slips from her fingertips gone numb with cold, Evie winces horribly at the loud clatter. Embarrassed, but too stubborn to do anything other than fix the issue, she gives a pained sheepish smile to any offended faces she sees nearby and begins picking up the armor and weapons she’d dropped to haul them into their proper places. Cutting a flush-faced look of disapproval towards Deimos for his laughter, even if the caustic nature of it is horribly dulled by her embarrassed expression.
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Evie picks up everything she dropped to put in the proper place.
Still, nothing is perfectly seamless during these work gatherings, and as the metal slips from her fingertips gone numb with cold, Evie winces horribly at the loud clatter. Embarrassed, but too stubborn to do anything other than fix the issue, she gives a pained sheepish smile to any offended faces she sees nearby and begins picking up the armor and weapons she’d dropped to haul them into their proper places. Cutting a flush-faced look of disapproval towards Deimos for his laughter, even if the caustic nature of it is horribly dulled by her embarrassed expression.
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Evie picks up everything she dropped to put in the proper place.
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
