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something light, featuring #akalynn as per usual 
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Earning a snug enough of a spot in Evelynn& #39;s heart to be allowed into her workspace is not a privilege Akali takes lightly. Even when the workspace in question is the table just across from her bed, Evelynn& #39;s particularity about any presence in her "zone" does not discriminate.
It is only because Akali takes this (and the consequences) so seriously that Evelynn can ease up on her various security precautions. Tonight, Akali takes up a VIP spot adjacent to Evelynn, her own notebook tucked into a reasonable corner among Evelynn& #39;s spread of sketches.
All the while, Evelynn seems to avoid any pages that host whatever she has cooked up to dress her lover in.
Akali invites, "If I& #39;m wearing the clothes, it makes sense that I should see them."
"It makes more sense for you to let me work," Evelynn steers with a stern tone.
Akali invites, "If I& #39;m wearing the clothes, it makes sense that I should see them."
"It makes more sense for you to let me work," Evelynn steers with a stern tone.
The rogue& #39;s nosy nature has Evelynn inclined to take her entire sketch pile along when she steals away for a tea, but she has always been one to capitalize on whatever ounce of fear Akali has left after chipping away at her defenses for so many years. Consequences, after all.
The shit-eating grin Akali wears upon Evelynn& #39;s return tells her she& #39;s continued to underestimate said rogue& #39;s antics.
"You bastard," accuses Evelynn. The drifting chamomile from her mug plays no part in calming her.
Akali rises from her seat. "Hey, these sketches are great."
"You bastard," accuses Evelynn. The drifting chamomile from her mug plays no part in calming her.
Akali rises from her seat. "Hey, these sketches are great."
"Of course they& #39;re great - I made them. What are you doing? What are you looking at?"
Evelynn& #39;s quick strides (with hot tea, no less) are no match for Akali& #39;s quicker hand. As she takes up a particular sheet, the maknae raises her eyebrows.
"You tell me, E.J.T."
Evelynn& #39;s quick strides (with hot tea, no less) are no match for Akali& #39;s quicker hand. As she takes up a particular sheet, the maknae raises her eyebrows.
"You tell me, E.J.T."
Evelynn feels the blush rise from the soles of her feet in one acute, almost painful shot. She bites the insides of her cheeks because she feels them about to break into a nervous grin to reflect Akali& #39;s growing one. She attempts, "I don& #39;t know what you& #39;re talking about."
"This." Akali proudly brandishes Evelynn& #39;s looping scrawl on the top corner of the page, where the siren vividly remembers doodling Akali& #39;s surnames next to her standalone one. A finger pointing to each word, Akali enunciates, "Evelynn. Jhomen. Tethi. In your pretty handwriting."
Evelynn tears the page from Akali& #39;s grasp and holds it, with her tea, close to her chest. "And it& #39;s none of your business."
"You& #39;re taking my name. That& #39;s my business. Nice blush, by the way. Is that new?"
That coy smirk Akali has never fails to wear Evelynn down. Goddamn her.
"You& #39;re taking my name. That& #39;s my business. Nice blush, by the way. Is that new?"
That coy smirk Akali has never fails to wear Evelynn down. Goddamn her.
In defense, Evelynn turns up her nose at Akali and pompously challenges, "And if I did? I don& #39;t think you could handle being so tied down. You can hardly commit to not snooping around in my stuff."
The quip is fair, but Akali slinks over to cozy up to Evelynn anyway.
The quip is fair, but Akali slinks over to cozy up to Evelynn anyway.
"Would you actually want to...?"
Evelynn sets down her tea and tucks the sheet in question in her arms, folding them. "Want to what, dear?"
"You know... take my last name. Marry me." Akali finishes her query with a charming little dig of her toes into the plush rug below them.
Evelynn sets down her tea and tucks the sheet in question in her arms, folding them. "Want to what, dear?"
"You know... take my last name. Marry me." Akali finishes her query with a charming little dig of her toes into the plush rug below them.
With a fond sigh, Evelynn allows the coziness and even lets her arms rest on Akali& #39;s shoulders with an easy transfer of the paper behind her girlfriend& #39;s head. "Well, I do intend to keep you around, all lifetimes considered. Why not throw a party about it all, hmm?"
Tension releases from Akali& #39;s shoulders at the airy reply; Evelynn can& #39;t help but smile at the sweetness. Always one to keep it cool, Akali agrees. "It does kind of roll off the tongue."
"What does?"
"Evelynn Jhomen Tethi." The words are accented by Akali& #39;s toothy smile.
"What does?"
"Evelynn Jhomen Tethi." The words are accented by Akali& #39;s toothy smile.
"Oh, I know, darling. I just wanted to hear you say it." Evelynn lets the damning evidence float somewhere by the table, like throwing in a towel of surrender.
"Sneaky... hey, can I keep that paper?"
"No way. We have to get to those consequences."
END
"Sneaky... hey, can I keep that paper?"
"No way. We have to get to those consequences."
END
