bornchaos CORALINE.
hands gently take the others, making sure to touch the back of them rather than where the cuts are. offering a small hum in acknowledgement, best to get them wrapped up just encase - the last thing they need is them getting infected and turning into an issue. they have, thank god, more than enough to get by so cleaning the blood up on palms wont be damaging. mostly, she’s doing what she think mum might do - and making sure all cuts are clean is just something that elizabeth would do, she thinks. small chuckle passes lips, hands dropping from evies and nudging the others shoulder, getting a small amount of blood on the others t shirt ❛ you’re a brat, so there, now you’re suffering too ❜ not as, but the small little spot is enough.
❛ hey, you helped by protecting yourself, which doesn’t sound like much, but that’s big. so i repeat : you did good ❜ already evie is better at picking battles, unlike herself, who has no idea which battles to pick up or not so opts to pick all of them. do as i say not as i do is a constant attitude with evie, she hopes that it’s working - honestly, coraline is just making this entire thing up as she goes along ❛ we’ll look around, that fat fuck looks like he’s been trapped in here a while, which means - he might have something worth while. remember that, some corpses have been trapped in these buildings for years, an area is always worth scouting if the perimeter looks safe. ❜
EYES WATCH CORALINE’S HANDS as she tends to the little cuts on evie’s hands then her eyes move to coraline’s face as she examines her hands. evie’s quiet, watching her sister work because it reminds her of elizabeth. the concentration, the focus... the care. the mere thought of elizabeth has evelyn’s chest tighten as the what if’s begin to plague her mind, anxiety slowly starts to creep its way around her but it’s stopped short when coraline speaks and nudging her shoulder.
“ years ? ” the girl repeats with shock and maybe a little curiosity. “ so has this been a thing even before i was born ? ” evie asks as she nudges the corpse with her foot with a little ‘ ick ’ noise before walking ahead of coraline, examining the place. evie tends to do that, either because she’s inspecting something or lost in her own mind. she moves around a shelf, out of cora’s sights, examing old cans either empty or busted with rotting food popping out of them; evie doesn’t touch those... she finds some bits of rope to store in her backpack.
“ hiding and protecting are different though. ” evie calls out to coraline’s statement before. “ protecting usually means fighting for yourself and those you care about. hiding isn’t. ” that’s something mark used to always say; but he would say hiding was for cowards... evie won’t say that though.
