EVIE
Evie is a shrewd woman, but she is also headstrong and as stereotypically fiery as her hair portrays her, and she can’t help the way her eyes narrow into slits of blue to be aimed his way at his - surely feigned - doubt. “I can’t kick your ass, and I know it, but you make me want to try so badly sometimes.” A huff of a laugh, helpless and unbidden, escapes her as she turns back to their slowly coalescing concoction.
Her helplessly twitching smile fades in some small, dawning horror at the idea that only a God could craft her trophy into something functional. It draws a cold trail down her spine to envision approaching a shrine yet again. “Maybe,” she says, little more than a whisper. And an idea starts to bud, but she lets it do so at its own speed, because she refuses to let the mire claim her when there is joy to be had here in this little kitchen. So instead of asking what she wants to, she turns her questioning look into something properly aghast. “A leviathan? Please tell me your exaggerating. That’s like…a quantifier for size, not a thing!” It’s half despair half awe as it explodes out of her mouth. Of course Caido of all places would be the birthing grounds for monsters like leviathans, but her heart skips too many beats envisioning Deimos fighting one. And yes, clearly he won, but it’s terrifying all the same - and it makes her more deeply appreciate the fact that he’s here with her, instead of out there playing hero on a scale she’ll never reach. No matter how she suddenly, sharply wishes she could, if only for the peace of mind of being at his side when he faces monsters like leviathans.
She’s a little too wrapped in her head to see the glint of mischief in his eyes, but the flour is far more unmistakable and difficult to miss. Evie sputters nonsensically as it’s sent her way and clings to her blouse and freckled forearms. “You -!” she glances down at her busy hands and frowns at the fact her first instinct for revenge is dissuaded. Only…
Vixen smile overtakes her lips, and she reaches with her magic for the eggs in the carton - plucking one free and swiftly levitating it above his head before crushing it gleefully, her giddy laughter a backing track to the gooey disaster she creates in his hair.
Her helplessly twitching smile fades in some small, dawning horror at the idea that only a God could craft her trophy into something functional. It draws a cold trail down her spine to envision approaching a shrine yet again. “Maybe,” she says, little more than a whisper. And an idea starts to bud, but she lets it do so at its own speed, because she refuses to let the mire claim her when there is joy to be had here in this little kitchen. So instead of asking what she wants to, she turns her questioning look into something properly aghast. “A leviathan? Please tell me your exaggerating. That’s like…a quantifier for size, not a thing!” It’s half despair half awe as it explodes out of her mouth. Of course Caido of all places would be the birthing grounds for monsters like leviathans, but her heart skips too many beats envisioning Deimos fighting one. And yes, clearly he won, but it’s terrifying all the same - and it makes her more deeply appreciate the fact that he’s here with her, instead of out there playing hero on a scale she’ll never reach. No matter how she suddenly, sharply wishes she could, if only for the peace of mind of being at his side when he faces monsters like leviathans.
She’s a little too wrapped in her head to see the glint of mischief in his eyes, but the flour is far more unmistakable and difficult to miss. Evie sputters nonsensically as it’s sent her way and clings to her blouse and freckled forearms. “You -!” she glances down at her busy hands and frowns at the fact her first instinct for revenge is dissuaded. Only…
Vixen smile overtakes her lips, and she reaches with her magic for the eggs in the carton - plucking one free and swiftly levitating it above his head before crushing it gleefully, her giddy laughter a backing track to the gooey disaster she creates in his hair.
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
