Evie
She can feel him ogling in return, though she isn't sure what's so enticing about her plain tanktop and bared, freckled arms. Then again she finds every inch of him attractive, so maybe that's the entire point. "I'll make dinner, do the dishes, and go down on you if you can make this short and sweet," she bluntly offers, though her ears are a little pink in ways the heat can't explain away; ironic, considering she's not shy about how diverting she finds him.
Layering their magic together feels wholly unlike the lesson Hotaru had enforced between Evie and Hadama. Whether it's the shared element or their history, it feels like she knows exactly what section he intends to move next, and her magic merely molds to fill in the gaps. It's distractingly harmonious. And clearly lucrative given she can soon see the dull shine of color that signifies unpolished gems. "We don't need the whole lot, or carrying it would be a pain." And so she uses her magic to pry the top part away from the rest, finding all the holes and gaps of stone and soil to cleave it in two.
Layering their magic together feels wholly unlike the lesson Hotaru had enforced between Evie and Hadama. Whether it's the shared element or their history, it feels like she knows exactly what section he intends to move next, and her magic merely molds to fill in the gaps. It's distractingly harmonious. And clearly lucrative given she can soon see the dull shine of color that signifies unpolished gems. "We don't need the whole lot, or carrying it would be a pain." And so she uses her magic to pry the top part away from the rest, finding all the holes and gaps of stone and soil to cleave it in two.
if this love does not call itself a wildfire
then I don't want it at all
then I don't want it at all
