EVIE
I want your midnights
"Your only saving grace," she teases with a smug little grin. Sam had grown up like an overeager weed - all over the place, fluffy in weird areas, something you overlooked for the sake of the rose beside it. He had grown into it in the end, as they all had, but remembering his carrot-hair fluff and big eyes still makes her smile. "Then perhaps I'll do the same someday, and you'll be stuck with me forever." There's a sharpness in her gaze as she says it, offhanded like it doesn't matter but well aware of the gravity of her own words. Oh, the horror! Perhaps if she was an Accepted it would matter, but what more could she possibly lose? It's an entertaining thought, even if she would desperately miss the sun.Evie frowns softly at the mention of her best friend. They had grown up side by side, though even then she and Sam had a chasm between them and as such had not been invited. Still, Amalia was far too good for this world. Surely she would never be anything but kind to Sam? "Amalia doesn't have a mean bone in her body, what in the world has she done to you to make you think that?" Siding between Amalia and Sam is a tug-of-war that Evie doesn't even want to imagine, but she's curious if nothing else.
"I suppose you're right..." It's said grudgingly, but at least admitted. "But sometimes I'm afraid that we got screwed over, you know? I don't know what real love looks like. How can I give that to someone when I'm tainted by these memories of a lackluster relationship?" It makes her skin crawl to even say the word 'afraid' to Sam. To be that weak before him. Her arms curl around herself, shoulders hiking up defensively, more than prepared to spit poison if he tries to needle at her in return.
