Evie
There's no greater vengeance
Than learning to enjoy again
Evie hears him coming, even with the softer sound of his boots having been removed, but she can't crane her neck enough to see past the sides of her wingback chair until he is behind it and leaning over her. Far from obnoxious in her eyes, she hums a happy sound at his proximity and stretches upward to rest her temple against his folded arms. Than learning to enjoy again
She's not expecting that kind of news however, and her eyes widen into blue saucers. Admittedly, Grounder at her core, Evie assumes death first and foremost - but such news would not be delivered so lightheartedly. Deimos' heavy sigh has her blinking, wisps of fiery hair scattering across her face and making her wrinkle her nose slightly, resisting the urge to sneeze.
"Wait - cursed? You can't be serious!" Spoken for the expression alone instead of true disbelief, Evie twists slightly in her chair to stare agog up at her fiance. "I know he wasn't making much progress in the Grounds, but he didn't seem - I don't know, worried?" Noah had expressed concerns and a need for aid, yes, but he hadn't seemed at wit's end or anything of the sort. What could he have done so badly between their last meeting and now to have been cursed by his own god?
Therapy is tiring
But so is hiding how you feel
But so is hiding how you feel
