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where gilded souls don't shine - Evie - 06-25-2020
She sinks down onto an empty bench, solitary and secluded in the shadowed depths of the Temple. Her hands come to cradle her face, blocking out anything but the lingering scent of leather from how she'd clenched these fists around the hilt of her daggers when she'd sentenced one of her people to death. And despite that they have crowned her, her voice having risen alone over the crowds in offer of leadership. It had been a moment of insanity, right? She has never longed for power, has contented herself with the soil and sprouts that have given her the stability in life she has always wanted. So why?
Evie knows why, even if she cannot bear to stare into those murky depths of herself. Knows that she is tired and aching, that her ferocity has only grown stronger since the barrier has fallen. Her headstrong nature had won out this time. And where has it left her?
She leans slowly into the backrest, hands limply falling to her lap as she stares up at the old wooden beams overhead. Evie has no grand plans. She merely wants to keep her people safe, make their voices heard. She wants to be the lighthouse that guides them home, the harbor that shelters them in the storm.
Can she really do that? Can she really thrive beneath Rexanna's shadow? Or has she inserted herself into a role where she is doomed to wither and die like a plant without sunlight?