Evie
I see what lies heavy on your heart
His laughter, his joy, is a contagion she would never dream of trying to protect herself from. She beams up from the pool, dirtied beyond all recognition, and the world outside - the future that lingers there, waiting, hungry - starves for a few hours more, unable to even inflict upon her the weight of worry when faced with the joy she feels at seeing her lover so carefree. "I see why people come here now. We should come more often," she says with no small degree of feigned innocence that is belied by her toothy grin. Breaking in had been half the fun so far.
The returned wave makes her yelp, swept along by it in a strange, sticky way that she can scarcely describe. The mud keeps her mostly upright, but the force of Deimos' magic convinces the matter to be distinctly wave-like. It's hilarity inducing, and she laughs freely as she straightens herself with far more difficulty and intent than would have been involved in water. "Come in already! I don't want to risk tripping you on that tile!" Never wanting to truly harm him, even in the case of minor bruises.
The returned wave makes her yelp, swept along by it in a strange, sticky way that she can scarcely describe. The mud keeps her mostly upright, but the force of Deimos' magic convinces the matter to be distinctly wave-like. It's hilarity inducing, and she laughs freely as she straightens herself with far more difficulty and intent than would have been involved in water. "Come in already! I don't want to risk tripping you on that tile!" Never wanting to truly harm him, even in the case of minor bruises.
and the strength you still keep inside
