EVIE
Evie’s nose wrinkles habitually as she puffs on her tea uselessly, jealously eyeing Deimos’ temperate cup. “Yeah well, I have plenty of ideas on places he can stick things after this whole fiasco,” she sniffs, affecting an air of threatening irritation that is wholly ruined by the warmth of her expression and the tremble of a withheld smile on the corners of her mouth.
Unable to stand his silent victory, the healer screws her nose up at him directly before turning to pointedly put a little cold water from the sink into her cup to cool it down faster. It would weaken the cup marginally, but it’s already worth it the moment she can safely take her next sip without burning herself. Too occupied with her drink on her lips, Evie waggles her eyebrows at his smirking rebuttal, aware their secrets range in seriousness but choosing to opt for playfulness instead of dwelling on that knowledge. Though she nearly snorts it up her nose in the next second, making her eyes water as she lifts her hand to cover her mouth while she chokes it down, sputtering wet laughter. “Gods, don’t say that or you’re going to jinx it into happening,” she croaks hoarsely, grinning despite it. “I’m no fighter, you know that. I’d do it again to make sure nobody was hurt, but I wouldn’t volunteer myself if another wanted the glory of the hunt.” This time her smile is wry, gaze skirting away to the designed cookie cutter in his hands. Even as her power grows, Evie never feels like she’s strong enough, or of the right moxy to be an asset on a battlefield. Not that it stops her from trying to help.
Tea halfway gone now that she can bear to drink it, Evie brightens as she recalls belatedly the trophy taken home. “Yes, actually! We each took a tooth. Massive, and incredibly tough. I have no idea what to do with it though, the forgemaster turned me away when I brought it to him.” She’ll keep it as a trophy if nothing else she supposes. Setting her mug down with only a sip or two left, the Evergreen pops off from leaning against the counter to move close, visually exploring the implements he made. “These are cute! Want to get started?” Already her teeth ache eagerly for the sweets to come.
Unable to stand his silent victory, the healer screws her nose up at him directly before turning to pointedly put a little cold water from the sink into her cup to cool it down faster. It would weaken the cup marginally, but it’s already worth it the moment she can safely take her next sip without burning herself. Too occupied with her drink on her lips, Evie waggles her eyebrows at his smirking rebuttal, aware their secrets range in seriousness but choosing to opt for playfulness instead of dwelling on that knowledge. Though she nearly snorts it up her nose in the next second, making her eyes water as she lifts her hand to cover her mouth while she chokes it down, sputtering wet laughter. “Gods, don’t say that or you’re going to jinx it into happening,” she croaks hoarsely, grinning despite it. “I’m no fighter, you know that. I’d do it again to make sure nobody was hurt, but I wouldn’t volunteer myself if another wanted the glory of the hunt.” This time her smile is wry, gaze skirting away to the designed cookie cutter in his hands. Even as her power grows, Evie never feels like she’s strong enough, or of the right moxy to be an asset on a battlefield. Not that it stops her from trying to help.
Tea halfway gone now that she can bear to drink it, Evie brightens as she recalls belatedly the trophy taken home. “Yes, actually! We each took a tooth. Massive, and incredibly tough. I have no idea what to do with it though, the forgemaster turned me away when I brought it to him.” She’ll keep it as a trophy if nothing else she supposes. Setting her mug down with only a sip or two left, the Evergreen pops off from leaning against the counter to move close, visually exploring the implements he made. “These are cute! Want to get started?” Already her teeth ache eagerly for the sweets to come.
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
