Evie
On Evie’s behalf, she sleeps peacefully, unaware of what is transpiring. Odd dreams here and there perhaps, disrupted by bouts of rolling over or cracking an eye open hazily to hunt for the glass of water on the nightstand. Deimos scarcely moves through the night - though they both sleep lightly - so when he moves all at once it begins to pull her out of her sleep in increments until his voice ushers into her ear.
Awake all at once from the sound of his voice, Evie catches the portion after her name despite the lingering haze, and she forced herself up onto her elbows to try and drive that away all the faster. “Hnnh? What’s wrong?” Blinking the sleep out of her eyes and immediately catching on to the severity of the moment, Evie sits up fully and reaches for Deimos in the halflight, hand landing somewhere on his arm as her face creases in concern. “What happened?” A nightmare is the best case scenario, but something in his voice tells her they won’t be that lucky.
Awake all at once from the sound of his voice, Evie catches the portion after her name despite the lingering haze, and she forced herself up onto her elbows to try and drive that away all the faster. “Hnnh? What’s wrong?” Blinking the sleep out of her eyes and immediately catching on to the severity of the moment, Evie sits up fully and reaches for Deimos in the halflight, hand landing somewhere on his arm as her face creases in concern. “What happened?” A nightmare is the best case scenario, but something in his voice tells her they won’t be that lucky.
reckless at heart but never unkind
in a perfect world we could've been fine
in a perfect world we could've been fine
