Evie
i'll plant a row of daisy seeds
in the space beneath each eye
in the space beneath each eye
It’s more exercise for her than him, but it seems a fair trade considering Evie likely needs the stamina training far more than he does. Running is far more enjoyable to her than other pursuits. She’d jogged most mornings in the Grounds both for exercise and as a way to travel into the woods for her herb gathering. It has the dual purpose now of keeping her warm without lingering near a brazier, and avoiding the General’s more wily machinations of air and water.
Unfortunately - though she’s likely supposed to say fortunately - her next attack hits, and she is immediately distracted by the miles of scarred, toned skin that Deimos equally shamelessly reveals. She doesn’t stumble (thank the Gods) but it’s a near thing, and it leads to being swept up in particles of snow and ice moments later, the surprise and chill equally forcing a squeak of objection from her throat. The snow melts on her freckled skin, and she jogs over to the nearest brazier to try and chase away the cold, wrinkling her nose over her shoulder at Deimos for the success as she considers which article to dispose of next.
Socks are the logical solution once more, but she’s still loathe to chill her feet even with the fires nearby, and there’s undeniably an appeal to hastening the ending of their training game. Furthering distractions and enticements. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her in a bikini mere days ago, but there was a different element when it was not a pre-accepted article of swimwear. So without musing over it any further, Evie pulls her leggings down her legs, kicking them aside with her stubbornly socked feet - and then tossing those, too, at Deimos, content to utilize the same plans. Lingering this time by the brazier, firelight flickering on the long pale skin of her legs, highlighting the darker cloth interruptions of the only remaining undergarments.
Unfortunately - though she’s likely supposed to say fortunately - her next attack hits, and she is immediately distracted by the miles of scarred, toned skin that Deimos equally shamelessly reveals. She doesn’t stumble (thank the Gods) but it’s a near thing, and it leads to being swept up in particles of snow and ice moments later, the surprise and chill equally forcing a squeak of objection from her throat. The snow melts on her freckled skin, and she jogs over to the nearest brazier to try and chase away the cold, wrinkling her nose over her shoulder at Deimos for the success as she considers which article to dispose of next.
Socks are the logical solution once more, but she’s still loathe to chill her feet even with the fires nearby, and there’s undeniably an appeal to hastening the ending of their training game. Furthering distractions and enticements. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her in a bikini mere days ago, but there was a different element when it was not a pre-accepted article of swimwear. So without musing over it any further, Evie pulls her leggings down her legs, kicking them aside with her stubbornly socked feet - and then tossing those, too, at Deimos, content to utilize the same plans. Lingering this time by the brazier, firelight flickering on the long pale skin of her legs, highlighting the darker cloth interruptions of the only remaining undergarments.
so they'll remind you of your beauty
when they bloom each time you cry
when they bloom each time you cry
