EVIE
It’s amusing, how he pauses in mirror to her, nearly holding his breath if he weren’t so well-trained - yet he can’t parse that the reason why she does is because she’s overcome by the strength of affection she feels for him. So astute and observant until the moment the lens shifts to view him, and then he is utterly blind. It makes her heart ache with fondness that bubbles up into the laughter spurred by his comment. “And who would we be if we spurned tradition?” Gleefully egging and goading, eager to see such a display at the Olson wedding.
Callouses catch on the ridges of her scars, but the healing was done well, and it causes her no pain. They are both marked by the war now. Though their battles had been undeniably separate, they were never really far apart in spirit. Such a communion and companionship that only further underscores his own sentiments; they never would have made such vows, not only because of their experiences, but their understanding of one another. Though unbidden warmth flows through her veins at the quiet vehemence in his tone, eyes burning bright even as she blinks it away. His forgiveness comes swift on the heels of it, but Evie can’t forget it. So long she has been a side note in the stories of others. Deimos’ grudge, even theoretical as it may be, is the kindest brand she can carry in her skin as a reminder that she is loved. Lifting his hand, Evie presses a tender, lingering kiss to the lines of his palm, and then nuzzles her cheek gently into the large cradle of his hand. “She can strive to win the people back on her own.” Interference, even from Noah, would be unacceptable in the eyes of the Halovian people. “As for us…now we rebuild.” Blue eyes open to find his own, and Evie smiles. She has told him many times about the power of hope and optimism. It shines bright now in her eyes.
Callouses catch on the ridges of her scars, but the healing was done well, and it causes her no pain. They are both marked by the war now. Though their battles had been undeniably separate, they were never really far apart in spirit. Such a communion and companionship that only further underscores his own sentiments; they never would have made such vows, not only because of their experiences, but their understanding of one another. Though unbidden warmth flows through her veins at the quiet vehemence in his tone, eyes burning bright even as she blinks it away. His forgiveness comes swift on the heels of it, but Evie can’t forget it. So long she has been a side note in the stories of others. Deimos’ grudge, even theoretical as it may be, is the kindest brand she can carry in her skin as a reminder that she is loved. Lifting his hand, Evie presses a tender, lingering kiss to the lines of his palm, and then nuzzles her cheek gently into the large cradle of his hand. “She can strive to win the people back on her own.” Interference, even from Noah, would be unacceptable in the eyes of the Halovian people. “As for us…now we rebuild.” Blue eyes open to find his own, and Evie smiles. She has told him many times about the power of hope and optimism. It shines bright now in her eyes.
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
