EVIE
His hands have ever been both nimble and unerringly gentle, and a hum of simple pleasure vibrates quiet in her throat as he begins to untangle her hair. Similarly restless and wanting only to touch him, to remind herself of his continued existence, Evie reaches for the soap he prefers and lathers it between her palms before gently running both bar and hand over the bared expanse of his closest leg. It feels good to tend to him in ways other than magical, to care and be cared for. Her grin at his teasing is ducked against her own shoulder, but the brightness of her expression is unmistakable. “Memorize it, because I hope I’ll never have to say it again,” is her playful rebuttal, quiet in deference to the acoustics of the bathroom.
The smile slides slowly away. Evie is unendingly grateful that the Old God champions survived, but privately she mourns Wessex, if only a little bit. So few native Grounders existed anymore. The Theskyras had been nearly as old as the Wordsworths. Just another bright light extinguished by The Voice. It may do no good to pray quietly for her then, but Evie does it anyway. “Then it’s nearly a miracle. Regardless of everything else, that’s something to celebrate.” Not a single cohort, champion, or friend lost to the Draig. It seems too impossible to believe. Though it leaves her wondering…what of the Ascended who had not journeyed to the Draig? Evie doesn’t ask if only because it feels too close to asking what happened on that mountain, and she’s not willing to put Deimos through that yet.
The smile slides slowly away. Evie is unendingly grateful that the Old God champions survived, but privately she mourns Wessex, if only a little bit. So few native Grounders existed anymore. The Theskyras had been nearly as old as the Wordsworths. Just another bright light extinguished by The Voice. It may do no good to pray quietly for her then, but Evie does it anyway. “Then it’s nearly a miracle. Regardless of everything else, that’s something to celebrate.” Not a single cohort, champion, or friend lost to the Draig. It seems too impossible to believe. Though it leaves her wondering…what of the Ascended who had not journeyed to the Draig? Evie doesn’t ask if only because it feels too close to asking what happened on that mountain, and she’s not willing to put Deimos through that yet.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
