Evie
It is difficult to remember to keep her magic swirling around them when his hands are all over her, when his magic feels like a physical touch that also sings in a metaphysical way to her own magic, making it restless and alive in her bones. Her own magic comes in waves entirely dependent on Deimos' motions - abating when he kisses her hard, flourishing when he focuses more on walking them to the edge of the pool.
Trusting him to hold her even if her own legs fail her, he could carry her out into the snow storm and she wouldn't have the mind to object. Pulling away from his lips is a tribulation, but it allows her to kiss down his neck, hiding small marks in the shadowed areas beneath his jaw and behind his ear where nobody would think to look. Just enough to revel in staking her claim, but without embarrassing him. Teeth and tongue worrying at his slightly salty skin, feeling rather animal and needing to know he was hers.
Trusting him to hold her even if her own legs fail her, he could carry her out into the snow storm and she wouldn't have the mind to object. Pulling away from his lips is a tribulation, but it allows her to kiss down his neck, hiding small marks in the shadowed areas beneath his jaw and behind his ear where nobody would think to look. Just enough to revel in staking her claim, but without embarrassing him. Teeth and tongue worrying at his slightly salty skin, feeling rather animal and needing to know he was hers.
Cover your crystal eyes
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
And let your colors bleed and blend with mine
