EVIE
After the exhausting landshark fight, Evie had returned home and promptly crashed into bed fully dressed and coated in sand with her shirt still half ripped beneath the winter coat she’d shrugged on for the hike to the Citadel. Morning treats her a little more kindly. After bathing, changing, and stuffing her face, she feels far more human than the night before. When the receptionist drops off the letter from Deimos, she almost feels normal again, and is reminded of the fact that she was quite looking forward to their planned day.
By time she arrives her cheeks are flushed with color from the cold, hair askew and eye bags more pronounced than normal. Somewhere between stiff mannerisms and overt familiarity, the Evergreen knocks and pauses to announce her presence, then opens the door and slips inside when she hears an answering utterance from within. Shucking her outer layers, the herbalist runs her hands through her hair and blows a breath through her lips in noisy prelude to warn him she has much to say. Walking towards the kitchen and putting her hair into a bun along the way, she spares a wave for Zuriel and a fondly amused eye for Belial as she approaches, heading straight for the sink to wash her hands first. “Deimos, you won’t believe the tale I have to tell you.” Then she pauses, turning over her shoulder to give a small warm smile his way. “Also, hi. Thank you for getting everything ready.” She wasn’t here just to dump on him after all.
By time she arrives her cheeks are flushed with color from the cold, hair askew and eye bags more pronounced than normal. Somewhere between stiff mannerisms and overt familiarity, the Evergreen knocks and pauses to announce her presence, then opens the door and slips inside when she hears an answering utterance from within. Shucking her outer layers, the herbalist runs her hands through her hair and blows a breath through her lips in noisy prelude to warn him she has much to say. Walking towards the kitchen and putting her hair into a bun along the way, she spares a wave for Zuriel and a fondly amused eye for Belial as she approaches, heading straight for the sink to wash her hands first. “Deimos, you won’t believe the tale I have to tell you.” Then she pauses, turning over her shoulder to give a small warm smile his way. “Also, hi. Thank you for getting everything ready.” She wasn’t here just to dump on him after all.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
