Evie
When hope and peace begin to fray
Yet another thing to marvel and wonder at. Evie wishes for a moment to have brought a flask or vial to have brought some home to examine, only to chide herself lightly for it a moment later. It wasn’t as if she needed it the way others did, and who knows if its effects would even last if taken away from the source? As she lifts her eyes from observing the water to find Deimos silently and shamelessly returning the examination, her cheeks darken but her chin rises. Alright; if fair is fair, then so be it. She takes a moment to let her eyes linger on the broad cut of his shoulders, the scars and lines of hard-earned muscle, allowing herself to look instead of averting her gaze this time. Scars in particular are a novelty to a woman who had never earned any of her own. Between healing and various skincare salves, Evie’s skin was rarely ever blemished by more than soil and freckles. Even Sam had been equally incapable of such minor, human tarnishes, and Amalia’s had never lasted long either. Fingertips twitch with the desire to touch, and she sinks them into the water to crush that thought immediately.
Watching him wade deeper with powerful strides for the sole purpose of easing her mind, Evie watches him go with a fond smile, secure in the knowledge that he won’t see it. Until a dawning idea turns that smile into a devious curl, and she wades deeper after him, relaxing with a sigh of pleasure she can’t help as the water encases her and soothes away aches and pains she didn’t know still lingered.
When she manages to open her eyes again, refocusing on her plan, Deimos has unfortunately already found the end. Never to fear, he’s still close enough. “Right about…there?” Pointing with one hand, she waits for his eyes to follow her finger, and then splashes the water at him with the other while he’s distracted.
Watching him wade deeper with powerful strides for the sole purpose of easing her mind, Evie watches him go with a fond smile, secure in the knowledge that he won’t see it. Until a dawning idea turns that smile into a devious curl, and she wades deeper after him, relaxing with a sigh of pleasure she can’t help as the water encases her and soothes away aches and pains she didn’t know still lingered.
When she manages to open her eyes again, refocusing on her plan, Deimos has unfortunately already found the end. Never to fear, he’s still close enough. “Right about…there?” Pointing with one hand, she waits for his eyes to follow her finger, and then splashes the water at him with the other while he’s distracted.
know that daybreak is not far away
