bronze-colored light

Evie

There's no greater vengeance
Than learning to enjoy again

He is close for far too brief a moment, but the sound of his surprised laughter bolsters her immediately back to the level of radiance she always exudes in these private moments away from the world at large. Hair already beginning to darken and cling to the curves of her neck and shoulders, Evie arches a brow imperiously as she begins to reach for her shampoo - already accustomed to the pattern of who does what first when showering together.

"Oh there's no 'or else'. You have until then, and then I will have you." Calmly lathering the suds in her palms first, her confidence is shaken as he reaches past her for the soap, making it all the harder to focus on actually giving him that time to speak.

Damn him.

Still, there is room enough for offense from Evie, who had been raised in the closest equivalence of nobility the Grounds had to offer and as such could not dream of such political oversight. Hands freeze halfway through the roots of her hair, shooting Deimos a scandalized look. "I don't even know where to start with that," she deadpans, hands slowly resuming their pathways as she contends with the boldness of the young man's claims. "Not only is that incredibly presumptuous and politically dangerous, but the timing of such actions so soon after the supposed welcoming of Abandoned?" Already her tone goes loftier, concise grammar and syntax sneaking in from years long past - until she catches herself, and huffs as if in defiance of her parents' teachings. "And to tell you directly? He really must be young." Or particularly sheltered. Given how little they know of Stormbreak - and the prejudice they do know if it - perhaps that's a more likely explanation.

Therapy is tiring
But so is hiding how you feel