EVIE
I want your midnights
Must he always ruin her fun, gallivanting, humor-filled dreams with his rumbling voice and vagueness? Yes, but it never stops making her smile fondly every time, endeared by his firmly rooted he is to the present and all its entanglements. It makes them a good pair; Evie stretching for the sky, growing branches to widen their reach, and Deimos rooted into the earth, protecting and ensuring the safety of their breadth. A small noise of objection escapes as he rolls his shoulder to jostle her from her perch, but it fades quickly into something softer as she lifts her eyes from the pan to his face. “Certain ones have a way of growing on you,” she murmurs, and turns her lips against his shoulder in a facsimile of a kiss. Lingering there until she has to step away so they can actually plate their food. “Ready,” she assures as soon as the gravy and vegetables are in hand, carrying both over to the table to set in the middle so they can grab as they need.
Evie doesn’t let herself overthink it when she grabs her chair to move it closer to Deimos’, preferring to sit more side-by-side than across. She begins to set up her own plate, eager to try their joint efforts - and upon her first forkful, makes a pleased noise as the still hot food touches her tongue. Swallowing, she bumps her elbow against Deimos’ with a smile. “We did a pretty great job, hm?” Of a high enough quality to satisfy two very food-oriented individuals.
