Evie
She loves him all the more for his easy acceptance. Whatever else may lie within her at the idea of visiting - or not visiting - the Grounds, Deimos doesn't pry or over-examine. Evie takes to picking up tinder and logs alongside him as he lulls into a moment of silence, a comfortable one. Of course he hides the best news from her, cloaked and preceded by less intriguing things, and her playful exasperation is visible as she turns with clear intrigue.
Evie's blue eyes immediately widen as he pulls his furs aside to reveal smooth, unblemished skin. Well, there are freckles there she knows did not exist before (she has kissed every inch of that skin after all) but it is free of even scars or discoloration. "Gods," she breathes, for lack of anything else to say but a pious declaration that springs to her tongue as she advances across the snow, removing her glove to touch his bare skin with her own, fingertips tracing gently over smooth flesh. Hand lingering, her brow furrows slightly at his question. "No, though there's been some murmurings about a new race. That's all I've heard so far." Her eyes rise to Deimos', a silent question lingering there. Clearly he knows more than she does, and she knows he will share it with her in time.
Evie's blue eyes immediately widen as he pulls his furs aside to reveal smooth, unblemished skin. Well, there are freckles there she knows did not exist before (she has kissed every inch of that skin after all) but it is free of even scars or discoloration. "Gods," she breathes, for lack of anything else to say but a pious declaration that springs to her tongue as she advances across the snow, removing her glove to touch his bare skin with her own, fingertips tracing gently over smooth flesh. Hand lingering, her brow furrows slightly at his question. "No, though there's been some murmurings about a new race. That's all I've heard so far." Her eyes rise to Deimos', a silent question lingering there. Clearly he knows more than she does, and she knows he will share it with her in time.
the difference between a garden and a graveyard
is what we choose to put in the soil
is what we choose to put in the soil
