I found my foundation changed by your patience
Kiada might still be a fresh face to her, but she’s entirely sincere when she grins right back and tilts her head cheekily toward the fireplace. “It’ll just keep Deimos chopping wood every week - that’s a bonus.” She wiggles her eyebrows shamelessly, hoping it will make Kiada gag and groan the way most do when envisioning their parental figures in such a light.
Then she pauses - good god, is she getting old?
Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - she’s jerked right out of her thoughts by Hotaru snatching up her hand, making her yelp an aborted noise of surprise that is drowned out by the Valkyrie’s vulgar excitement. Then they’re all stumble-running down the stairs in a comedic line of fumbling feet, the Evergreen left dazed and confused as she is let go of with dizzying abruptness at the edge of the kitchen. Hotaru is apparently attempting to climb Deimos, and the man’s fondly exasperated look of apology has Evie lifting her hand to cover her mouth as she quirky laughs, old mannerism lessons taking hold. They haven’t even sat down to eat and already Evie’s heart is warm and full. Clearly this family dinner is going much better.
“Why don’t we all sit and eat and we can talk about it?” It’s almost political, but clearly it works as everyone starts scooting into chairs and finding their appropriate plates. Evie sits next to Deimos and grabs his free hand with hers, sparing him an amused grin and a squeeze of their fingers.
Then she pauses - good god, is she getting old?
Luckily - or perhaps unluckily - she’s jerked right out of her thoughts by Hotaru snatching up her hand, making her yelp an aborted noise of surprise that is drowned out by the Valkyrie’s vulgar excitement. Then they’re all stumble-running down the stairs in a comedic line of fumbling feet, the Evergreen left dazed and confused as she is let go of with dizzying abruptness at the edge of the kitchen. Hotaru is apparently attempting to climb Deimos, and the man’s fondly exasperated look of apology has Evie lifting her hand to cover her mouth as she quirky laughs, old mannerism lessons taking hold. They haven’t even sat down to eat and already Evie’s heart is warm and full. Clearly this family dinner is going much better.
“Why don’t we all sit and eat and we can talk about it?” It’s almost political, but clearly it works as everyone starts scooting into chairs and finding their appropriate plates. Evie sits next to Deimos and grabs his free hand with hers, sparing him an amused grin and a squeeze of their fingers.
No one has ever made me feel this safe, this free, this me
Evie
