EVIE
Admittedly she hangs on every word, made all the more meaningful because it’s where he was born. Where he came from. Even with open borders and transitory nomads, where you came from - where you were born - was still a matter of great importance in Caido. As a Natural, Evie was raised with that mindset, and knowing how deeply being born and raised in the barrier has shaped her, she wishes she could know firsthand the place that did the same to Deimos. “It sounds beautiful,” she murmurs, lost in envisioning it as best she can. Even the ocean in Torchline still takes her breath away after a lifetime having never seen the shores of an ocean.
“I could,” she admits easily, finally popping her spoonful into her mouth and savoring it before continuing. “But I’m a little afraid it won’t be as special if I can have it more often.” Likely a baseless fear, but Evie is even now too accustomed to scarcity even with the opportunity for more within reach. Even alcohol falls into that category. She’d learned to cope in many other ways, even on days she would’ve wanted nothing more than to disappear into a haze of oblivion.
There’s no expectation in his tone, which makes it easier to laugh around another bite. “I wouldn’t be against the idea, but I’d only do it with you, and definitely only in private. Whatever embarrassing things I do or say need to be kept utterly secret, and if anyone is to have blackmail on me it might as well be you.” She would trust nobody else with it, even if she is all too aware of the good-natured but plentiful teasing and heckling she would receive from Deimos. Admittedly Evie hadn’t thought of selling it again, but she tilts her head and considers it for a moment, intrigued. “Hm, you might be right. I know you said you have no preference, but would you be willing to sample a few flavors for me?” Different strains of apples, different inclusions…it could be fun, admittedly. Turning a hobby into something she can share with others.
But the questions don’t end there, and Evie bashfully ducks her head, cheeks flush with sheepishness. “It’s incredibly on the nose, but Flowerbirth. Everything is growing and thriving and colorful, like the earth is waking up again.” And every time all she wants is to get her hands in it, to cultivate and mother. “You’re a snowy person, is yours Deepfrost?” The grin that plays on her mouth says she thinks it’s likely not, if only because Halo becomes impassable in that time.
“I could,” she admits easily, finally popping her spoonful into her mouth and savoring it before continuing. “But I’m a little afraid it won’t be as special if I can have it more often.” Likely a baseless fear, but Evie is even now too accustomed to scarcity even with the opportunity for more within reach. Even alcohol falls into that category. She’d learned to cope in many other ways, even on days she would’ve wanted nothing more than to disappear into a haze of oblivion.
There’s no expectation in his tone, which makes it easier to laugh around another bite. “I wouldn’t be against the idea, but I’d only do it with you, and definitely only in private. Whatever embarrassing things I do or say need to be kept utterly secret, and if anyone is to have blackmail on me it might as well be you.” She would trust nobody else with it, even if she is all too aware of the good-natured but plentiful teasing and heckling she would receive from Deimos. Admittedly Evie hadn’t thought of selling it again, but she tilts her head and considers it for a moment, intrigued. “Hm, you might be right. I know you said you have no preference, but would you be willing to sample a few flavors for me?” Different strains of apples, different inclusions…it could be fun, admittedly. Turning a hobby into something she can share with others.
But the questions don’t end there, and Evie bashfully ducks her head, cheeks flush with sheepishness. “It’s incredibly on the nose, but Flowerbirth. Everything is growing and thriving and colorful, like the earth is waking up again.” And every time all she wants is to get her hands in it, to cultivate and mother. “You’re a snowy person, is yours Deepfrost?” The grin that plays on her mouth says she thinks it’s likely not, if only because Halo becomes impassable in that time.
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
