savoring every breath we take

EVIE

I want your midnights

For all their shared attempts at communication to build a solid foundation for wherever their relationship would take them, it seems both can’t resist juvenile teasing and vague implications that paint them to be reluctantly endeared to one another. Evie delights in it regardless of the ridiculousness. It follows her to the table, and spills out like a wash of color in a startled laugh as Deimos hooks his foot around her chair and pulls her effortlessly closer.

She turns slightly to press their knees together, leaning an ankle against the back of his heel in companionable closeness. He radiates warmth that she can feel through her leggings, an enviable trait that most men seem to share. Or perhaps her fondness is simply electrifying her nerves, making them finely attuned to the areas where his body touches hers. It’s a lucky thing that the food is so good and sufficiently distracting. “In another life maybe we were chefs,” she snorts inelegantly before taking her next bite, envisioning Deimos in a tall, perfectly starched white hat. It’s a bittersweet pastime, envisioning where life may have led them if the world had granted them more peaceful paths. She wouldn’t give up her own story for anything, but wherever that Evie and Deimos are, she hopes they found each other regardless.

Table by Sky!

you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly

The statement was enough to garner another snort from him as well – shaking his head and rolling his eyes – though perhaps Evie could be imagined and painted in some other distinction. He knew better – he’d been soldier and lord in another world – and would probably follow suit in that same cyclical style. Born to rise on a blade and die on the same.

But for now they could laugh and regale, flicker about amusements rather than war and anything else. “Now what shall we do for dessert?” With an impish smile, as if he hadn’t already contemplated it minutes before, permitting moments to trail about in their antics and foolishness, until the evening’s turn.

{FIN <3}

DEIMOS