Evie
She is reluctant to move and refocus on her original goal, but Deimos remains at her side, and right now - especially with the news he has shared - what more could she ask for?
His laughter is a balm she wishes she could bottle, though she’d never have the heart to sell it. Selfish and possessive, unwilling to let it go as others so foolishly did. Her own dimples pop as he grabs and tugs on her hand, muck sucking at her boots and making her stumble laughing after him, skull in one hand and his own hand in the other.
The insinuations catch up to her late, but she spares him a roguish smirk, grasping them heartily. “I wouldn’t object to that either,” she counters, an open invitation of varying implications. She’s interrupted by the sudden awareness of a clustered deposit in the earth as they venture towards it, and Evie turns her head to see - sure enough, a collection of bones all in a mound, with a variety of colors from age and exposure. Lichen grows on each hoarded piece, concealing it. “Oh! Think it’s home?” she asks, unsure how they’d even determine that without simply approaching and hoping for the best.
His laughter is a balm she wishes she could bottle, though she’d never have the heart to sell it. Selfish and possessive, unwilling to let it go as others so foolishly did. Her own dimples pop as he grabs and tugs on her hand, muck sucking at her boots and making her stumble laughing after him, skull in one hand and his own hand in the other.
The insinuations catch up to her late, but she spares him a roguish smirk, grasping them heartily. “I wouldn’t object to that either,” she counters, an open invitation of varying implications. She’s interrupted by the sudden awareness of a clustered deposit in the earth as they venture towards it, and Evie turns her head to see - sure enough, a collection of bones all in a mound, with a variety of colors from age and exposure. Lichen grows on each hoarded piece, concealing it. “Oh! Think it’s home?” she asks, unsure how they’d even determine that without simply approaching and hoping for the best.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
