Evie
Say my name and every color illuminates
All Evie can manage for Talyson’s gratitude is a terse nod of her head, vitriol brewing behind clenched teeth. He’s never wanted her kindness before so he won’t be receiving it now.
Sah’s concern has her unlocking the clench of her jaw to confirm, “We’re alright. Thank you - I appreciate the trust you gave me.” To have listened when he didn’t need to, or if he thought he knew better. Watching Talyson flit comfortably between the two men - her men, not his, not anymore - while making plans and touting teamwork makes that horrible blackness slide up her veins and into her mouth where it pools like acid, begging for her to give it a single, tiny opening.
Her arms ache with the clench of her fists, and just to take it out on something she decides to rip the infected tusks out of the bear’s face with her telekinesis. The Evergreen won’t be touching it, thank god for parkas that serve little purpose with the sad remains of the Academy blessing, but she’s not walking away empty handed from this shitshow.
When she has them wrapped and secured, the Evergreen turns to face the three men, extending a hand just enough to impart healing for Sah and Noah as she takes control. “All of you need to head to the infirmary immediately. I will alert the Shields and have them establish a perimeter in the meantime.” Then her eyes cut to Talyson, glacially cold in their blueness and face perfectly still. “I’d like to meet with you in my office, Talyson. I will send you my availability.” Not the other way around. It’s not a request. Evie is sick and tired of this game, and if it takes ripping sentiment out of her own chest with her bare hands then so be it. She’s a fucking Warden, and politics is what she does best.
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Evie takes the tusks, heals Noah and Sah one more time, and leaves!
Sah’s concern has her unlocking the clench of her jaw to confirm, “We’re alright. Thank you - I appreciate the trust you gave me.” To have listened when he didn’t need to, or if he thought he knew better. Watching Talyson flit comfortably between the two men - her men, not his, not anymore - while making plans and touting teamwork makes that horrible blackness slide up her veins and into her mouth where it pools like acid, begging for her to give it a single, tiny opening.
Her arms ache with the clench of her fists, and just to take it out on something she decides to rip the infected tusks out of the bear’s face with her telekinesis. The Evergreen won’t be touching it, thank god for parkas that serve little purpose with the sad remains of the Academy blessing, but she’s not walking away empty handed from this shitshow.
When she has them wrapped and secured, the Evergreen turns to face the three men, extending a hand just enough to impart healing for Sah and Noah as she takes control. “All of you need to head to the infirmary immediately. I will alert the Shields and have them establish a perimeter in the meantime.” Then her eyes cut to Talyson, glacially cold in their blueness and face perfectly still. “I’d like to meet with you in my office, Talyson. I will send you my availability.” Not the other way around. It’s not a request. Evie is sick and tired of this game, and if it takes ripping sentiment out of her own chest with her bare hands then so be it. She’s a fucking Warden, and politics is what she does best.
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Evie takes the tusks, heals Noah and Sah one more time, and leaves!
We are shining and we will never be afraid again
