EVIE
For lack of anything else to say, Evie merely hums in quiet acknowledgement to the...upgrade. Whatever it is he and The Voice may call it. Useful, as she had said, but still rather disturbing. Her twin has never struck her as much of a fighter, and while it can definitely be used defensively it is like a discordant chord has been struck in her ear and it makes her cringe away in discomfort. Instead she turns her attention to his words, stolidly ignoring the destruction of her front door and the cleanup and repair that it will herald. Best not stress over that just now.
"This sounds like a breakup speech," she teases instead to conceal her anxiety at his vagueness. It doesn't pair well with the intensity of his single-track focus, and she is glad for the long sleeves the conceal the way goosebumps spread over her skin.
Her hand is reaching for a chair to pull out and sit down, but as soon as her palm touches the wood Sam speaks.
"I know you're Abandoned."
The chair goes clattering to the floor as her arm jerks.
Her heart seizes to a stop in her chest, air freezing in her lungs as Sam's next words hazily make their way through the sudden white noise in her brain that has wiped everything else clean. It's a terror unlike anything she has ever experienced, a crushing weight she's not sure she can bear this time. And despite how far they've come, how much they've grown, Evie can't help the way she reacts once the ice breaks and the world spins back into motion. "You must be far more of an imbecile than I ever estimated if you think that," she snarls, but there's something terrified and wild in her eyes that even her well-practiced manner of concealment cannot hide. Her hands shake, and she fists them at her sides to stop them. Each breath comes too fast and yet seems to do absolutely nothing as air slips into her lungs, and Evie can already tell how out of control this is all spinning within mere moments.
His attempt at comforting her fears means nothing as she staggers away from him and spins around, hands clenching around the counter where her kettle sits. She can't look at him, not like this. How long has she held this secret now without fail? How long has she killed and buried the woman she could have - should have - been? All for the sake of appearances. Her bitterness resurfaces like a tsunami from beneath previously tranquil waters, a smoky hatred that she cannot grasp in her shaking hands. How dare he corner her like this? How did he even find out? How dare he say 'it's alright' like it's such a simplistic matter? Had he simply shrugged and accepted it, not once considering how such a secret had impacted her entire life, their family, their own relationship as twins? "Who the fuck told you that?" Her words are sharp, but there's a tremor to them she can't chase away. Still refusing to confirm it until she knows.
"This sounds like a breakup speech," she teases instead to conceal her anxiety at his vagueness. It doesn't pair well with the intensity of his single-track focus, and she is glad for the long sleeves the conceal the way goosebumps spread over her skin.
Her hand is reaching for a chair to pull out and sit down, but as soon as her palm touches the wood Sam speaks.
"I know you're Abandoned."
The chair goes clattering to the floor as her arm jerks.
Her heart seizes to a stop in her chest, air freezing in her lungs as Sam's next words hazily make their way through the sudden white noise in her brain that has wiped everything else clean. It's a terror unlike anything she has ever experienced, a crushing weight she's not sure she can bear this time. And despite how far they've come, how much they've grown, Evie can't help the way she reacts once the ice breaks and the world spins back into motion. "You must be far more of an imbecile than I ever estimated if you think that," she snarls, but there's something terrified and wild in her eyes that even her well-practiced manner of concealment cannot hide. Her hands shake, and she fists them at her sides to stop them. Each breath comes too fast and yet seems to do absolutely nothing as air slips into her lungs, and Evie can already tell how out of control this is all spinning within mere moments.
His attempt at comforting her fears means nothing as she staggers away from him and spins around, hands clenching around the counter where her kettle sits. She can't look at him, not like this. How long has she held this secret now without fail? How long has she killed and buried the woman she could have - should have - been? All for the sake of appearances. Her bitterness resurfaces like a tsunami from beneath previously tranquil waters, a smoky hatred that she cannot grasp in her shaking hands. How dare he corner her like this? How did he even find out? How dare he say 'it's alright' like it's such a simplistic matter? Had he simply shrugged and accepted it, not once considering how such a secret had impacted her entire life, their family, their own relationship as twins? "Who the fuck told you that?" Her words are sharp, but there's a tremor to them she can't chase away. Still refusing to confirm it until she knows.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
