Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Later? “Tease,” she volleys at his retreating back, following him deeper into the curls of steam and churning water. It’s an atypical location for learning to swim, but easier than fighting the waves of the ocean she surmises. He estimates properly about the swimming knowledge of the Grounds, and after his own time living there and experiencing their lifestyle firsthand within the barrier, Evie knows he won’t judge her for her ineptitude. Laugh? Maybe, but he manages not to, which is impressive considering how silly she feels herself looking.
At his beckoning she pushes off the bottom of the springs, enjoying the weightlessness that carries her over to the wall with him. Bright eyes focus on him, ginger hair dark and slicked back to reveal her keenly attentive face, not dissimilar from the expression adopted during throwing knife lessons and sparring sessions long shared. He only demonstrates once, so she tries hard to commit each small piece of the coordinated move together. Considering the distance between them now, she smiles uncertainly. “You might need to,” she warns, but gamely turns to press her feet to the wall and hang to the lip with her arms stretched behind her, reluctant to let go entirely. When she kicks off it’s not a bad attempt at all; toes pointed, relatively streamlined, but she struggles nervously to keep her face in the water, tilted more to the side to keep breathing freely. Not nearly as strong as Deimos, Evie’s momentum dwindles and she flails right at the end, not quite making the full distance and reaching blindly for him.
At his beckoning she pushes off the bottom of the springs, enjoying the weightlessness that carries her over to the wall with him. Bright eyes focus on him, ginger hair dark and slicked back to reveal her keenly attentive face, not dissimilar from the expression adopted during throwing knife lessons and sparring sessions long shared. He only demonstrates once, so she tries hard to commit each small piece of the coordinated move together. Considering the distance between them now, she smiles uncertainly. “You might need to,” she warns, but gamely turns to press her feet to the wall and hang to the lip with her arms stretched behind her, reluctant to let go entirely. When she kicks off it’s not a bad attempt at all; toes pointed, relatively streamlined, but she struggles nervously to keep her face in the water, tilted more to the side to keep breathing freely. Not nearly as strong as Deimos, Evie’s momentum dwindles and she flails right at the end, not quite making the full distance and reaching blindly for him.
know that daybreak is not far away
