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Evie
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He is not the only one who finds it difficult to relax in this sunless time, when history has always marked it as a time of grief, suspense, and terror. But optimism had been the prevailing trait of every Grounder who sought to make it through to feel the sun on their face on the other side, and she thinks they both deserve gentle endings these days. Though life doesn’t stop just because the skies are dark, there are fewer people out and about, and the Wardens of Halo can hang up their coats for an evening to enjoy a moment alone. Perfectly constructed fort and all.
Warm mug wrapped between both hands and with an array of pillows at her back, Evie stretches her bare legs out towards the fire and takes a long sip that spreads warmth further through her chest and arms, chased by a hum of contentment. It’s almost amusing, then, how quickly her eyes narrow and her lips quirk around the rim of her mug as Deimos’ rumbling voice rises, instigating, prodding, until the quick-flare embers that always live inside the Evergreen spark in response. “More marshmallows go to the best Warden,” she teases, eyes bright with mischief in the firelight as she pauses dramatically, “or at least the smartest. Foresight and all that.” don't let one be you |
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