[RQ] this kind of freedom

Evie

The banter and teasing, the dropping of their guards and political facades, it is as relieving and relaxing as the hot bubbling water that eases the aches and stresses from their joints as they stand within it. At least until Deimos levers her up and onto his broad shoulders, feigning innocence that makes her wheeze-laugh due to scarcity of breath from his she is bent double over his body, hair like a streak of fire aiming for the springs.

She is just about to consider shoving his shorts down in retaliation when a sudden chill touches her spine, making her shiver - and subsequently notice how Deimos goes still as well. Tilting her head rather uselessly to the side, she can only catch portions of the sky in her peripheral until Deimos gently lowers her back down into the water. Staring up at the sudden downpour of flakes in earnest now, Evie can't help her warm laugh at his solemn vow. "Convenient plea," she teases, and lowers herself more into the water. "I guess we're stuck here for a bit regardless. Means no visitors though," she croons, winking with a grin even as she settles herself up to her shoulders in the water to fight the chill that - in the end - cannot advance past Frey's charmed steam.

Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine