EVIE
Objective achieved with the snort of amusement she had managed to instigate, Evie grins and plucks another cookie from the tray to match the one Deimos had floated over to himself. They had to keep pace with each other after all. It also gives her something to focus on aside from the nerves of asking for something for herself, something magically created and obtained from a friend who already does so much - and who had recently done even more in helping to settle her in Halo.
But as he turns to face her fully, his guileless stare is arresting, and she finds she can’t say no. Whether it’s curiosity over his manifestations, greed, or some private desire to paint again, she can’t say. All she knows is the power of his certainty. His question bears some rumination, which she spends eating the remainder of her cookie and brushing the new crumbs off her lap again to deposit back into the bowl. By then she has her answer. “The primary colors, of course, but if you could do orange, white, and black as well?” It’s still tentative, still the lilt of question at the end, unsure of boundaries and territories that foray too deeply into greed. Orange was not difficult to make, but a vibrant orange was hard, and it being her favorite color only cinched the interest. Brushes were more easily obtained in Halo, which meant the canvases and paints themselves would be the hardest to obtain. For now she would have to practice on vellum and parchment. But she scoots along the counter to get closer to him, wondering if he’d simply…pop them into existence there and then, and as such unwilling to miss the moment.
But as he turns to face her fully, his guileless stare is arresting, and she finds she can’t say no. Whether it’s curiosity over his manifestations, greed, or some private desire to paint again, she can’t say. All she knows is the power of his certainty. His question bears some rumination, which she spends eating the remainder of her cookie and brushing the new crumbs off her lap again to deposit back into the bowl. By then she has her answer. “The primary colors, of course, but if you could do orange, white, and black as well?” It’s still tentative, still the lilt of question at the end, unsure of boundaries and territories that foray too deeply into greed. Orange was not difficult to make, but a vibrant orange was hard, and it being her favorite color only cinched the interest. Brushes were more easily obtained in Halo, which meant the canvases and paints themselves would be the hardest to obtain. For now she would have to practice on vellum and parchment. But she scoots along the counter to get closer to him, wondering if he’d simply…pop them into existence there and then, and as such unwilling to miss the moment.
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
