blueberryprincess[ Evie’s home, and happy to be there. She still looks a bit off, but she’s cheerful. She has her tiara back, and the black and red hand-made piece with it’s glittery red jewels and intricate wire-work sits where it belongs, right on top of Evie’s very blue hair. Her hair is done in simple waves today, nothing too exciting.
If she’s going to be honest (and she won’t, not really), she’s not entirely feeling anything exciting, but she is bored. That’s the reason for this message. Alaric sits in the background, watching Evie from the corner of his eye, four paws firmly planted on the floor. The wolf is keeping good watch over the princess, sniffing the air in her direction every once in a while before settling again.
Evie’s in the sewing room of her house, various projects in varying stages of done behind her. Maybe it’s something of yours nearby? It’s possible. Evie does love making clothes for her friends. ]
To whoever went and fought the Unseen, thank you. I’m sure myself and the others who were trapped greatly appreciate what you did for us. The same goes for anyone working at the hospital, doing what you could in such a new situation. Thank you very much.
[ She turns to look at the projects behind her, her usual grin on her face before she turns to look at the Fluxphone again. ]
I wanted to assure anyone with waiting projects that I’ll be back to work on them soon, and would love to talk to people about how their clothes are going so far, so if I do have anyone that I owe a project to, please - - -
[ This is just about when a voice interrupts her, sounding just a bit exasperated. Evie turns towards whoever is speaking, eyes wide with surprise, face quickly softening to…something. That something being directed entirely to the person speaking. In fact, that look borders somewhere on flirty, what with the way the corner of her mouth curls up just a tiny bit. But she might also be trying to keep that as in check as she can. ]
...best wipe that smile off your face, Princess! You’re caught.
[The voice in question, with its thick British accent, is quickly attached to a handsome young man with tawny hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples for days. Walking around the back of her chair to come into view, he leans over to lay his hands on top of hers, gently trying to pull them away from the project on the table directly in front of her.]
Put the needle ‘n thread down, and nobody gets restricted to the couch for the rest of the afternoon, yeah? You’re s’posed to be restin’, and Mal’s gonna have me arse if she finds you up ‘n about on my watch.
Be that as it may, Eggsy... [ Evie’s tone is very fond. Even the look of irritation on her face is mild. Faked. She likes him far too much to be annoyed, and she can appreciate being looked out for. She lets her hands be pulled away a bit, turning her hands upwards and lacing her fingers through his just a bit, pulling his arms around her just a little and smiling at him. She releases his hands and turns to look at him, the look on her face one that’s just a bit defiant and challenging. She’s not going to give this up without some manner of a fight. ]
Exactly how much effort do you think goes into pushing the pedal of a sewing machine? I’ll be sitting. For maybe fifteen minutes. And after, I’ll stay on the couch. We can watch a movie and I promise to be lazy for a couple hours.
[ Poor Eggsy, stuck in a house with a stubborn princess. How will he ever survive? ]
More than a couple, love. [Said with a grin that’s clearly more than a little fond--he’s learning so far that Evie’s not afraid to be a little tactile, even cuddly, and it’s...sweet. Dare he say, pure.
He wasn’t sure people like that existed anymore--he thinks Harry would be either thoroughly disgusted or thoroughly enchanted with someone like Evie.
With a huff, he shifts his weight--and if it causes him to briefly brush his cheek against her temple as he squeezes her hands and straightens, he’s going to deny it to his dying breath.]
I’ll give you ten--then all bets are off, right?
Ten is all I need.
[ She can get a lot done in ten minutes, Eggsy. Turning to look at the Fluxphone again, she sighs. She’s not conceding defeat, but even she can admit that maybe he’s right and she still needs time to relax. ]
Give me a couple weeks. We’ll talk about what I might owe people, then.
[ And she turns her Fluxphone off, giving the camera a smile and a wave before her feed ends. ]
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