Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
She is certainly close to giving up, but as she hunts through and systematically combs and cuts through the labyrinth only to find him absent, it's the last spark she needs to clench her hands and spin about with a keen-eyed stare as she emerges from the wreckage of plants to spy Deimos back on the shoreline in the distance. "If you make me shower again from all this sand, honey, I'm making you wash my hair," she calls loudly, pleased with the empty expanse of land around them and the ability to be heinous buffoons without watching their volume or range. Which...they admittedly often ignore even when in Halo, admittedly. And it's hardly a threat, but she knows - they both know - that she'd be useless at sticking to her guns if she threatened lack of sex or pre-sleep cuddling. Damn him.
But she's just as incorrigible as him, and though she keeps to a light jog this time, she pursues again and again and again, following the imprints of his passage in the sand as if his distant shoulders aren't kept within her sights the entire time.
