Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
What’s more impressive than his control is the ability to clearly translate each land into recognizable forms, and Evie makes soft noises of surprise and admiration with each change, happy to encourage and compliment to keep the show going. Even when she has to laugh and pull her hand back, resting her cheek on her chin as her nose wrinkles habitually as she rolls her eyes.
“I meant faith that would replace what one might have in the Gods,” she clarifies fondly. Faith in your fellow man, in your loved ones, in your leaders. But her eyes are soft when they refocus on Deimos. “But I didn’t have faith in my magic until you showed me there was a different way. It was still you, even if you were only the spark.” She’d had to do the rest of the work it’s true, and she wouldn’t discredit herself there, but he had been the one unapologetic about his powers. At one with them. He was the catalyst she’d needed, the proof that Abandoned were not cursed, that they - she - did not have to hide away.
Aware he wouldn’t be able to handle much more sentimentality, she takes the opportunity for distraction easily, sliding her leg back into the water. “Absolutely,” she confirms confidently, far from anxious. She would surely be bad at it at first, but her mind was already satisfied with having proven the pools were shallow and thus safe. With Deimos’ mastery of water also having been plainly shown, what was there to fear? Pausing as she slips into the pool, she holds out the Sword’s shorts with a grin. “Want these back first?”
“I meant faith that would replace what one might have in the Gods,” she clarifies fondly. Faith in your fellow man, in your loved ones, in your leaders. But her eyes are soft when they refocus on Deimos. “But I didn’t have faith in my magic until you showed me there was a different way. It was still you, even if you were only the spark.” She’d had to do the rest of the work it’s true, and she wouldn’t discredit herself there, but he had been the one unapologetic about his powers. At one with them. He was the catalyst she’d needed, the proof that Abandoned were not cursed, that they - she - did not have to hide away.
Aware he wouldn’t be able to handle much more sentimentality, she takes the opportunity for distraction easily, sliding her leg back into the water. “Absolutely,” she confirms confidently, far from anxious. She would surely be bad at it at first, but her mind was already satisfied with having proven the pools were shallow and thus safe. With Deimos’ mastery of water also having been plainly shown, what was there to fear? Pausing as she slips into the pool, she holds out the Sword’s shorts with a grin. “Want these back first?”
know that daybreak is not far away
