EVIE
It's hard to tear her eyes away from the teardrop dragons and their flight through the bedroom, but the mention of damage is inspiration enough. The imperfections in his skin that mark the dragon's teeth are a far cry from the gore she knows such an attack would have left in the moment, but the sight of the slight discolorations alone makes her stomach swoop painfully. Gentle fingers trace the outline silently, grateful yet again for his safety.
It's hard to turn back to the show he puts on after that, irony of ironies. What does the story matter now when he is here, whole and hale and in arms reach? But he asks it of her, and she will not deny him. No matter how inconceivable the idea of the Core's demigod's mere existence being, or previous demigods held eternal on the mountain. Something that makes her brow draw tight with worry. "Why were they still up there? That won't happen to the demigods now will it?" And it makes her all the more grateful that Deimos had not chosen such a path for himself, removing the risk for now. Her worry makes her stomach a little sour, but she stubbornly chooses another cube of cheese to worry between her teeth.
It's hard to turn back to the show he puts on after that, irony of ironies. What does the story matter now when he is here, whole and hale and in arms reach? But he asks it of her, and she will not deny him. No matter how inconceivable the idea of the Core's demigod's mere existence being, or previous demigods held eternal on the mountain. Something that makes her brow draw tight with worry. "Why were they still up there? That won't happen to the demigods now will it?" And it makes her all the more grateful that Deimos had not chosen such a path for himself, removing the risk for now. Her worry makes her stomach a little sour, but she stubbornly chooses another cube of cheese to worry between her teeth.
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
