EVIE
Considering her own existence, Evie shouldn't be surprised by the fact that other Natural Abandoned exist. Despite that she admittedly still is. "We should make a club," she mumbles bitterly, though the weight in her words is greatly reduced from the panic she'd previously succumbed to, the cruelty she'd worn like a comfortable shawl. "I...I joined Zariah's Magic Academy," she confesses instead, expression visibly torn and perhaps a little terrified of his reaction as she looks to him. "To be near people like me. But I'd like to know these others, if...if they're okay with you telling me their names." Yes he had implied they were 'out' so to speak, but it feels wrong not to ask. Like it will always be a question she has to answer no matter how far she comes in accepting herself.
His smile helps melt the ice that chills her insides, something boyish and warm in the expression that buoys her up and away from the darker thoughts. Her own comes out of hiding in response, a little weaker in comparison. "Partners in crime. I did tell you third time was the charm, didn't I?" It feels like ages since that conversation in the Temple, but the bridge between them now at last feels solid, reliable. They're both going to screw up eventually, but they can work towards a better relationship. With themselves and with each other. "Though I...I'm not sure I'd be willing to go with you to see The Voice now. Not after this." It's an agonizing betrayal, one that she can't ignore. She has already come to terms with the Old Gods tossing her away, but that small shred of hope she'd still held in The Voice has burned to ash in her chest. The smoke will linger for some time, she's sure.
Amalia's name prompts a disbelieving note to her smile, and she nods briefly. "She told me just yesterday. Count on Father to go out with a bang." The wry twist to her lips is all she'll give that damnable man, wherever he is now. Her disgust with him only grows the more she muses on his actions, his dismissal of Amalia as a person even at the end of his life.
His smile helps melt the ice that chills her insides, something boyish and warm in the expression that buoys her up and away from the darker thoughts. Her own comes out of hiding in response, a little weaker in comparison. "Partners in crime. I did tell you third time was the charm, didn't I?" It feels like ages since that conversation in the Temple, but the bridge between them now at last feels solid, reliable. They're both going to screw up eventually, but they can work towards a better relationship. With themselves and with each other. "Though I...I'm not sure I'd be willing to go with you to see The Voice now. Not after this." It's an agonizing betrayal, one that she can't ignore. She has already come to terms with the Old Gods tossing her away, but that small shred of hope she'd still held in The Voice has burned to ash in her chest. The smoke will linger for some time, she's sure.
Amalia's name prompts a disbelieving note to her smile, and she nods briefly. "She told me just yesterday. Count on Father to go out with a bang." The wry twist to her lips is all she'll give that damnable man, wherever he is now. Her disgust with him only grows the more she muses on his actions, his dismissal of Amalia as a person even at the end of his life.
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
