EVELYN
How many others had been in their shoes, lived their experience, before venturing to the Voice? How many others still did not choose the Voice, and instead chose Mort, the Old Gods and their cruel and finite end? The Wraith gave her condolences, empty words that Evelyn expected would become a common occurrence going forward, annoyingly so. While they strove to move on with their new lives, would they be constantly reminded that their family had chosen not to move on with them?
The girl was unaware of grief and all its complexities. Perhaps tomorrow she would cry about it, but today she would just rage quietly at the words that merely called to something within her she didn't want to focus on right now.
Then the woman confirmed that she too had chosen this life, had said fuck that to death's very own raggedy face and denied him her soul. Evelyn felt a sudden surge of fondness, of comradery rise for the woman - they were the same, she wanted to believe it, to welcome it, to find comfort in the justification of another's actions being so similar to theirs'.
Evelyn was only too ready to look to her sister's waiting gaze at Wessex's final words, to give a single, firm and deliberate nod of assent, before she too reached out for the woman's hand. She was still clutching her sister's, so that they stood in a sort of circle.
"How far across Caido do they roam?" she followed up, the idea of exploring the world a new option they never had before, being isolated as they were.
The girl was unaware of grief and all its complexities. Perhaps tomorrow she would cry about it, but today she would just rage quietly at the words that merely called to something within her she didn't want to focus on right now.
Then the woman confirmed that she too had chosen this life, had said fuck that to death's very own raggedy face and denied him her soul. Evelyn felt a sudden surge of fondness, of comradery rise for the woman - they were the same, she wanted to believe it, to welcome it, to find comfort in the justification of another's actions being so similar to theirs'.
Evelyn was only too ready to look to her sister's waiting gaze at Wessex's final words, to give a single, firm and deliberate nod of assent, before she too reached out for the woman's hand. She was still clutching her sister's, so that they stood in a sort of circle.
"How far across Caido do they roam?" she followed up, the idea of exploring the world a new option they never had before, being isolated as they were.
cross me once
i dare you
it is the only chance you will get
i dare you
it is the only chance you will get
