{se} you got that sugar in your voice

Evie

through her, in a rush of musk and saffron

Evie does not have the ease of being on the sidelines if only because Micah seems to be content to stay firmly between her shins. She senses wariness from him, but no real fear. Whether that's because of her proximity or something inherent in his personality she doesn't know, but she's relieved all the same when hackles do not rise and Belial does not seem to be aggressive either.

As Belial inches closer, Micah strains forward without moving his paws, meeting noses. Evie has to bite her lip to hold in a laugh at how cute it looks, merely rising an incredulous brow at Deimos. Micah - seemingly deciding then and there that all is well - marches forward and butts his head against whatever piece of Belial is closest, tail swaying and curling pleasantly. "Underwhelming honestly," she stage-whispers towards Deimos, humor thick in her throat.

beauty falls into disarray

DEIMOS

the resurrected sword

Deimos watched, waited, for some measure of upheaval, havoc, sedition, or another level of antics from either side. So when nothing occurred, he blinked slowly, shaking his head in the bafflement. Snorting, he crouched to scratch Belial’s ears. “Maybe he’s maturing,” and left them be with a shrug of his shoulders. “I expected far worse.” For his efforts, the peryton hooted and batted at Micah’s tail with a cloven hoof, enough to inspire a roll of the Sword’s eyes.

But from there, they could persist and continue in their own rituals and routines, settling in with surprises and gains all over again.

{FIN <3}

under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed