Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Though she would unquestioningly complete any task he put before her so long as it was in the guise of learning, the time he takes to explain the reasoning behind each lesson is appreciated. It’s why he is such an amazing teacher; and why Evie has gone to scarcely anyone else when it comes to taking instruction.
She hadn’t made the connections between what he said and what it would inevitably look like, which forces her to bite her lip to withhold her amusement upon seeing him sink down into the water to begin blowing bubbles. Evie follows his lead, sinking down into the steaming spring until the water graces her chin, long hair billowing out around her like a pool of lava. The bubbles occasionally tickle against her nose, making her flinch back at first, but keeping her eyes on Deimos she breathes slowly and inches lower bit by bit until her lips are encased in the same way. Finding that despite the strange feeling, the water as it bubbles isn’t enough to impede her breathing. From there she blows out - in more of a sputter at first that makes her laugh, closed-lipped and girlish as her mouth tingles and tickles with the failure. After a few tries she’s managing a steady stream of bubbles in between slow, concentrated breaths. Only pausing once she feels comfortable, rising just enough to speak with a smile. “Okay that definitely helps. But I feel like my lips are numb now,” she laughs, the vibrations still tickling at her mouth in the aftermath.
She hadn’t made the connections between what he said and what it would inevitably look like, which forces her to bite her lip to withhold her amusement upon seeing him sink down into the water to begin blowing bubbles. Evie follows his lead, sinking down into the steaming spring until the water graces her chin, long hair billowing out around her like a pool of lava. The bubbles occasionally tickle against her nose, making her flinch back at first, but keeping her eyes on Deimos she breathes slowly and inches lower bit by bit until her lips are encased in the same way. Finding that despite the strange feeling, the water as it bubbles isn’t enough to impede her breathing. From there she blows out - in more of a sputter at first that makes her laugh, closed-lipped and girlish as her mouth tingles and tickles with the failure. After a few tries she’s managing a steady stream of bubbles in between slow, concentrated breaths. Only pausing once she feels comfortable, rising just enough to speak with a smile. “Okay that definitely helps. But I feel like my lips are numb now,” she laughs, the vibrations still tickling at her mouth in the aftermath.
know that daybreak is not far away
