Lift off your arms and I'll get the coffee
Unaware of all that has transpired in the measly span of a few hours, Evie awakens slowly, bleary eyes cracking open and head turning instinctively to the other side of the bed even as her hand slides across the sheets unimpeded. Both turn up empty at the same time, signaling her beloved has beaten her to consciousness. Given she's inherently a morning person anyway, Evie doesn't bother lingering in the bed or mourning Deimos' absence. Tossing back the sheets, she leaves Micah curled up and slumbering at the foot of the bed to pad barefoot out into the hallway, ears tuned for any sign of where Deimos went.
It shouldn't surprise her that the answer is the kitchen. The tile is cool under her bare feet as she wanders in, cracking a yawn and pushing her hair out of her face as she heads straight for Deimos to wrap her arms around his waist from behind. Forehead tilting against his spine, she hums a pleased sound. Now everything is right with the world. "Mornin'," she mumbles into his back, content to impede his movement from behind until she has gotten her fill of him. Maybe then she'll consider making them tea or coffee.
It shouldn't surprise her that the answer is the kitchen. The tile is cool under her bare feet as she wanders in, cracking a yawn and pushing her hair out of her face as she heads straight for Deimos to wrap her arms around his waist from behind. Forehead tilting against his spine, she hums a pleased sound. Now everything is right with the world. "Mornin'," she mumbles into his back, content to impede his movement from behind until she has gotten her fill of him. Maybe then she'll consider making them tea or coffee.
There's sleep in your eyes, I'll pull the curtains back gently
Evie
