Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Rock, meet hard place.
Battles of will shouldn’t be so fun in retrospect. For a day meant to be a mini vacation, they’re undoubtedly both picking incredibly strange ways to spend it. Evie finds she doesn’t mind at all. This was their version of fun, and so long as they had the springs to themselves, they could indulge in their tomfoolery as long as they wanted. Even if she gets the distinct feeling that despite all the water involved, she’s playing with fire. More than aware that Deimos has an entire repertoire of magic to terrorize her with, and she only has her creativity.
Her laughter is hushed and soft as he stumbles forward until they’re nearly chest to chest, watching through smiling eyes as he shudders all over, skin acclimating to the colder droplets above the surface. Only to roll her eyes heavenwards with a disbelieving huff of laughter when even that was not enough to make him concede. Evie is forced to tilt her head farther back with how close they stand now, and the hands previously on her hips fold in front of her chest, water pooling cold in the valley of her breasts and the folds of her forearms while her waist down was hot with steam and bubbling water. “You’re impossible,” she chides, but she’s biting down on her bottom lip to try in vain to conceal her smile, looking up at him through lashes gone auburn with rain. “But I’m all out of ideas I’m afraid.” Aside from disastrous ideas that flicker at the edges of her thoughts, enticed out by proximity and sentiment. “Truce?” she proposes, smiling coyly, aware of her wording and how it keeps her from having to declare her own forfeit. One hand emerging in the small space between them, an offering, even as her eyes never waver from his.
Battles of will shouldn’t be so fun in retrospect. For a day meant to be a mini vacation, they’re undoubtedly both picking incredibly strange ways to spend it. Evie finds she doesn’t mind at all. This was their version of fun, and so long as they had the springs to themselves, they could indulge in their tomfoolery as long as they wanted. Even if she gets the distinct feeling that despite all the water involved, she’s playing with fire. More than aware that Deimos has an entire repertoire of magic to terrorize her with, and she only has her creativity.
Her laughter is hushed and soft as he stumbles forward until they’re nearly chest to chest, watching through smiling eyes as he shudders all over, skin acclimating to the colder droplets above the surface. Only to roll her eyes heavenwards with a disbelieving huff of laughter when even that was not enough to make him concede. Evie is forced to tilt her head farther back with how close they stand now, and the hands previously on her hips fold in front of her chest, water pooling cold in the valley of her breasts and the folds of her forearms while her waist down was hot with steam and bubbling water. “You’re impossible,” she chides, but she’s biting down on her bottom lip to try in vain to conceal her smile, looking up at him through lashes gone auburn with rain. “But I’m all out of ideas I’m afraid.” Aside from disastrous ideas that flicker at the edges of her thoughts, enticed out by proximity and sentiment. “Truce?” she proposes, smiling coyly, aware of her wording and how it keeps her from having to declare her own forfeit. One hand emerging in the small space between them, an offering, even as her eyes never waver from his.
know that daybreak is not far away
