Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
It’s tempting to object, insistent upon continuing so long as there was any measure of strength in her limbs, but even her stubbornness must concede to his wisdom. Getting herself out of the headspace of work and training is difficult, but she lets his arm guide her sideways into the shallows, drifting along more than actively helping herself to the edge. Grabbing the ledge and pulling herself the rest of the way weightlessly, body stretched out leisurely behind her as she floats, she pulls her arms up onto the stone and rests her chin upon them to watch Deimos as he maneuvers around. Blatantly staring beneath relaxed, half-lidded eyes.
Tilting her head as she considers the options, she hums, fingertips dancing lazily on her own arms to provide some outlet for motion even after all they’d just done. “Is ‘all of them’ an option?” she calls back, amused. “Otherwise, carrots.” Evie’s eyes go up to where Belial lingers like an oversized bat at the top of the cave, wondering what degree of boldness he might delve to in search of snacks.
Tilting her head as she considers the options, she hums, fingertips dancing lazily on her own arms to provide some outlet for motion even after all they’d just done. “Is ‘all of them’ an option?” she calls back, amused. “Otherwise, carrots.” Evie’s eyes go up to where Belial lingers like an oversized bat at the top of the cave, wondering what degree of boldness he might delve to in search of snacks.
know that daybreak is not far away
