Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Glancing up automatically upon hearing Belial’s hooves upon stone, she gasps quietly at the vision she finds upon looking back down; leaning closer to admire the artistic inclination of his prowess. Far more enchanting than the idea of naked soldiers on her doorstep, she lets his comment slide in favor of utilizing her hands to scoot a little closer, taking in each detail with plain admiration.
It distracts her from his face, which she normally watches when they speak, but his words bring her back around within moments. Warmth blooming in the pit of her stomach and growing upwards into her chest, fueled by his pride in her. She rocks with the playful push of his hand, a noise of objection tangled with laughter in her throat as she sways back into proper place. But her face is open, guileless and sincere as it gazes down at him once she’s settled again. Her own hand coming to touch his shoulder in turn, but lingering gently where his had not. “I know. I have faith - in you.” And Evie, with her always-open heart, has no qualms in being so forthright with her emotions. He is the radiant light that stands above everything else, the one thing that matters most in the small handful of things she has left. It shines plainly in her eyes, even as they crinkle slightly with a smile, edging on playful tones.
“I won’t turn your words against you, only because I know you’re already aware.” Gently squeezing his shoulder under her hand, she lifts the leg closest to him out of the water to prop on the ledge, and rests her chin on that knee to look down on him fondly. “And I’m proud of you for that.” For taking days like today, for trying to put himself first.
It distracts her from his face, which she normally watches when they speak, but his words bring her back around within moments. Warmth blooming in the pit of her stomach and growing upwards into her chest, fueled by his pride in her. She rocks with the playful push of his hand, a noise of objection tangled with laughter in her throat as she sways back into proper place. But her face is open, guileless and sincere as it gazes down at him once she’s settled again. Her own hand coming to touch his shoulder in turn, but lingering gently where his had not. “I know. I have faith - in you.” And Evie, with her always-open heart, has no qualms in being so forthright with her emotions. He is the radiant light that stands above everything else, the one thing that matters most in the small handful of things she has left. It shines plainly in her eyes, even as they crinkle slightly with a smile, edging on playful tones.
“I won’t turn your words against you, only because I know you’re already aware.” Gently squeezing his shoulder under her hand, she lifts the leg closest to him out of the water to prop on the ledge, and rests her chin on that knee to look down on him fondly. “And I’m proud of you for that.” For taking days like today, for trying to put himself first.
know that daybreak is not far away
