Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
Evie mimes zipping her lips, even as they quirk in a smile. She’d never insult his warriors outright, but she’d gleefully throw them as a vague whole beneath the proverbial skyboat to sneakily avoid owning up to bringing Deimos’ stamina into question. Stamina she’d already faced firsthand and knew to be unfairly, insanely high. Magically at least. Though she wouldn’t be surprised if it applied in other ways…
Think pure thoughts, Wordsworth.
It distracts her long enough for them to arrive in the training chamber, empty in ways she’d never seen before. Blue eyes snap away from leisurely exploring their surroundings to focus on his face at the mere notion of a challenge, never able to decline one. “Have you ever played strip poker at the bar?” she offers, lips already twisting in vixen curves of mischief. “A piece of clothing for each hit? And we can each name our price for if we win.” Allowing him the chance to name his first with the way she tilts her chin invitingly, eyes sparkling with challenge, daring him to agree.
So much for those pure thoughts.
Think pure thoughts, Wordsworth.
It distracts her long enough for them to arrive in the training chamber, empty in ways she’d never seen before. Blue eyes snap away from leisurely exploring their surroundings to focus on his face at the mere notion of a challenge, never able to decline one. “Have you ever played strip poker at the bar?” she offers, lips already twisting in vixen curves of mischief. “A piece of clothing for each hit? And we can each name our price for if we win.” Allowing him the chance to name his first with the way she tilts her chin invitingly, eyes sparkling with challenge, daring him to agree.
So much for those pure thoughts.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
