3. Covet
Evie, when her acute mind is too tired to fend off sleep, dreams of nothing and everything, which is just the way she likes it. She considers herself lucky that most of the dreams she has are of a calm darkness that encases her in a protective shell, akin to her magic shield, and keeps her far from the depths of her frightening, unconscious mind.
There are a few exceptions that slip past her mental shields, once in a while. Without an ounce of shame, Evie can and will admit that she had a few pleasant dreams involving a few of her comrades and a handful of other terrifying nightmares of Fomors and death that would string her nerves up so tight that it would be impossible to sleep for following two days.
However, there are two dreams that she takes to heart and adamantly refuses to share with anyone else, not even her best friend ; the dreams were from before her time as a mercenary, and therefore she felt that they were too personal to explain. But, deep in the recesses of her broken heart, she knew it would be the only two she would ever have. The first was before she met him, and the last was when she saw him leave her forever alone in this cruel, bloody world.
She remembers exactly his charming accent that drawled on certain words, his gentle hands that firmly held onto her own in times of emotional hardship, and his enchanting eyes whose warmth and affection that was reserved only for her alone. She remembers him, in the dead of night, and sheds a silent tear for her foolishness:
Lover.
