EVIE
like love is a bad word
Only she wasn't going to go anywhere, was she? Because leaving, without any quip as to why, would be admitting defeat. And though Sam was probably as below her as it was possible to get, for some reason she needed to keep him there. She needed to keep him there because if he wasn't the broken twin, the magnifying glass would be put back on her, and all the flaws that she'd tried to hide so well over the years would be revealed.Everyone knew Sam was the fuck-up Wordsworth, and apparently in this new little guild he had going, no one cared. Sympathy, Evie was sure, was not in short supply.
But you know who never got sympathy? The one who had to be perfect. The one who shone from the outside, but was twisted and gnarled inside. Her cries for help matched Sam in tenacity, but they spoke different language. Maybe now that he was a Loreseeker he would learn to understand her.
"So...how do you even know where the put the lines?" Evie asked, her curiosity veiled behind a thin layer of judgement. "Looks pretty random from here." And though it did indeed look random, and still looked a bit shit in her opinion, it was better than she could do.
