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ms. evelyn ❝ evie ❞ raquel iglesias. | introduction, musings, visuals, threads.
jjbennett:
James had been apprehensive of psychiatrists for a long time, which resulted in pent-up pain and trauma that he carried around bottled up inside him for years. Sure, he had checked in with a shrink regularly immediately after came back from service, but once he started moving around, that stopped. It wasn’t until Colorado that he began to visit again regularly, much to his friends’ and Mia’s relief, who were also telling him it was the best thing to do.
Now, he wished he’d gone sooner. He knew he was doing better. He definitely felt the best he’d ever felt in years. But life is relentless and can catch you off guard, so he knew he needed regular check-ins. Thankfully, the VA recommended him this psychiatrist he was visiting today, and though the idea of spilling his soul to a complete stranger still irked him, he knew it was for his own good.
He was surprised when he opened the door to the office. The aroma that greeted him signaled “coffee shop” more than “psychiatrist’s office”. “Dr. Iglesia?” he said. “Hi, uh… wow, it smells better than a Starbucks in here.” As soon as she mentioned barista, he gave a knowing nod. “Ah, makes perfect sense now. I’ll definitely have a coffee.”
“Thanks for seeing me,” James said. He saw the seats and where they presumed they were going to be seated for the next hour, but his training kept him from taking one until the doctor offered him a seat.
EVELYN’S features scrunched in happiness as she heard him compare it to the infamous coffee chain. a part of her was glad. the other wondered if it was as pleasant as it was for her. for now, she knew he wouldn’t mind. she nodded, placing a reusable cup branded to bits underneath the coffee maker. she ushered him towards the cloud-like couch, ❝ make yourself comfortable, ❞ she said, fluffing up the blankets draped over the edge. she wanted the ambiance to be nothing short of lush for those coming in to start their journey with therapy.
she retrieved his coffee, placing it in front of him with a coaster. ❝ it’s great to meet you, ❞ she told him with a smile, holding out a hand to shake. she only had a general idea of what was going on but soon enough, she would know more than ever. right now, she wanted to make him comfortable before they began their session.
❝ if you need sugar or creamer, it’s over there, ❞ she pointed toward the convenient coffee cart placed near the window, a perfect spot to get lost in the view of the city and your own thoughts. ❝ once you get settled, we can get started and get to know a little more about what brought you in today. ❞ it was important for her to be clear on the next coming steps for james’ session. ❝ did you find it easy coming in ? ❞ she let him interpret the question however he chose, grabbing her notebook and opening to a blank page.
maverickvalentinex:
Languid, feline and just as enigmatic, Maverick unfurled her posture. One leg propped across the other on top of the table between her and women opposite of her, Mav’s arms rolled back against the couch, her wrist dangling from their perch, and her eyebrow arched to match. She was nothing but the picture of cool, collected composure despite feeling uncharacteristically overwhelmed lately. ❝ Fuuuuck, I wish I had a glass of Merlot. ❞ Truthfully, she didn’t remember the last time she had sought professional help on her own. As a child, it was a frequent thing; being diagnosed with a multiplicity of mental health issues and developmental disorders alike. Still Rylan had suggested @dissonancez and though she absolutely loathed to talk about herself (as well as her history of having a shaky ass relationship with therapists in general); she truthfully knew that she needed some sort of guidance. Plus, Evelyn Iglesias was very easy on the eyes. ❝ Mm. Or maybe chardonnay. Some Pinot Grigio? Hard liquor even? ❞ Truth was that even coffee would be fine; she preferred the bold smack of it against her tongue during these sessions ― kept her alert. But today? Today she wasn’t particularly open to being forthcoming about what had been plaguing her most recently. ❝ Something to just… make this next hour be as bearable as humanly fucking possible. ❞
SOMETIMES, evie was put in the position of her being the problem. she was there as the big, bad guy–– exposing their deepest, darkest thoughts; with intentions of wholeheartedly helping them, of course. she knew that, but she wasn’t sure her patients would agree. she was used to it at this point but it never felt great walking into a room being pushed into the category of villainess. she let out a small chuckle, shaking her head at her newest company. ❝ does merlot help you self-soothe ? ❞ she asked her. the question insinuated the beginning of their session. 60 minutes were racing against the clock starting now. evie grabbed her insulated mug, blowing on the hot liquid. she took a sip of her coffee, letting the caffeine help her through the next hour, as well. ❝ so, what brings you to therapy today, miss valentine ? ❞ she officially asked her.
❝ what are you feeling being here with me right now ? ❞
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rylanpratt:
Rylan had been coming to see Evie for years at this point but that didn’t stop her finding the process of therapy extremely exposing. Having someone who could medically analyse her sit in front of her asking revealing questions was like stripping down naked to be put on display in a museum. It made her feel cold even as she sweat a little under her hoodie, under the pressure of the other woman’s gaze. Swallowing hard she nodded, tongue swiping through her mouth as she kissed her teeth, that was at least one thing that wasn’t up for debate. Nate was really good for her, a saving grace, she wouldn’t admit to Evie that without him she likely wouldn’t be here because that would throw up even worse red flags, but she was thinking it. The unspoken hung in the air between them as she stared at the floor silently, knotting her hands together in her lap. Nail pressing into the back of her hand a hair away from breaking the skin with the force she was scraping it across with. Her breath was coming out ragged as she thought of her boyfriend, wishing he was sat here next to her so she’d have someone to hold onto. Her anchor. “Nate is everything. He deserves everything too.” She was far from that, he deserved much better.
Finally looking up she saw the raised eyebrows that signified a therapist on alert…and instinctively Rylan knew she wouldn’t like whatever was coming next. She needed more than the only therapist she’d ever trusted could give her and that made the fear in the pit of her stomach intensify. Someone who was in her eyes meant to know what was going on with her, was saying she needed to be passed off to someone else. It was hard to process. “I don’t need rehab…I need parents who don’t fuck people close to me and run my life like a work project…” The brunette muttered, letting out an annoyed grunt. “I trust people, so few people, and then they just…” God Rylan was so scared. So desperate for answers or solutions. But going away into rehab without anyone? Talking to doctors who weren’t Evie and being expected to trust them? Being around people who weren’t Nate? No. Just no. It drew the dark cloud closer around her tiny frame. “Did my mom put you up to this? My dad? They just want me locked up somewhere so I can’t be a bother. Out of sight out of mind.”
EVIE listened to her intently when she spoke. the few words rylan would let out in these moments were monumental and spoke volumes about how therapy was going for her. and right now, it was not progressing well. therapy is meeting with a trained professional to take care of your mental and emotional health and dr. iglesias’ and rylan pratt had seemed to come to a standstill. evie felt responsible for rylan sometimes, but this is where the line would be drawn. she couldn’t let herself get lost in her work or rylan’s life. it was in rylan’s best interest to be heard and given options when these sort of problems arose. she nodded again, a small smile appearing across her features. they had grown neutral and calculated but only because she had rylan in her best interest. ❝ do you think nate wants that for you ? everything ? the best ? ❞ evie had a feeling he did, especially if rylan felt so passionately about him. he was lucky to have her support and love in evie’s mind.
the therapist pursed her lips, swallowing the pit in her throat. sometimes, she grew a little tired of saying the same thing over and over again but; many, including herself, needed to hear things more than once. evie let a beat go by, grabbing her pen and turning to a blank page. she drew one large stick figure with curly hair and long eyelashes and a handful of smaller ones next to it. she drew a circle around the larger one, pointing to it, ❝ that’s you, ❞ she explained. she pointed to the group of stick figures next to her, ❝ that’s your parents and people, ❞ she continued. she went back to the curly haired figure with her pen, ❝ we only care about you right now, and your life, and what you think is the best for your life, ❞ she said to her. ❝ so. why do people’s choices determine your actions ? and tell me, what did you mean by that ? ❞ she asked about her recent wish.
rylanpratt:
This was the crux of what made therapy so difficult for Rylan because as soon as she felt too seen, too exposed, she wanted to run away and hide. Like this very moment. As Evelyn spoke to her in a way that was so concise she was shrinking back into the chair, emotions bubbling up inside her in a way that made her uncomfortable which no doubt Evie would say was a good thing, but to Rylan it felt anything but. “I do, I love him more than anything, because he’s the most deserving human I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Her voice was a low whisper, not sure how to answer the latter part of the question. Her own self? She loathed herself. Ironic for someone who was adored by so many more days than not she looked in the mirror and wished she was anyone else, but when she was in Nate’s arms? Those were the moments she didn’t want to be anyone but herself. Remaining silent she swallowed, still refusing to meet the doctors gaze, her hands fidgeting in her lap showing off just how edgy she was.
What was next for her? Bed? A drink? Something to take the edge off the emotions she was feeling right now? More likely all of the above honestly. That wasn’t the answer Evie was looking for though. “I don’t know. I just wish it would all stop for a second. I just want to be able to breath for a second, but I can’t, things keep happening.” Rylan felt so out of control and it was scaring her to the core.
TRUTHFULLY, evie hated to make anyone uncomfortable as a person. which was ironic considering her career was filled with tense, raw moments between herself and strangers. but, rylan wasn’t a stranger anymore. she was somebody she had gotten to know over the past few years as more than a client. she had been a confidant for her at this point and she could see she was actively struggling. evie knew she was struggling just from her reactions. and she knew that rylan wouldn’t outwardly look to progress once she was in too deep. a part of her truly worried, but she knew she had a job to do and a role to play for the pratt’s. evie nodded, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. why couldn’t rylan ever say the same thing about herself even after all this time ? evie wondered to herself. ❝ he seems to be really good for you, ❞ evelyn noted. she pushed the pen in her hand behind her ear, looking over at rylan in silence.
she was silent too was until she heard her response. evie immediately raised an eyebrow at her. ❝ rylan–– you know i can’t hear you say that without being alarmed. it’s clear you need more than i can offer for you right now, ❞ she blurted the forbidden words. it was hard for her to say but rylan’s reaction was telling. she needed much more attention than evie could give at the moment. ❝ have you thought about going back to a rehabilitation center ? ❞ she asked her.
ameliarbennett:
Indeed, there was the feeling of making it. It was a singular feeling Amelia had forced herself to get used to over the years. Like when she was able to afford professional cookware, live in a better part of town, be invited to events she had only dreamed of as a child and naturally, occasionally splurge on a designer item or two. “I’m sure there’ll be plenty more of those phases for us, even if they’re not monetary related.” Amelia quipped with a smile that hid the pain of the past year. Forcing herself to subsist on protein for the thought of eating made her ill. “I will say I don’t think kale salads will ever win me over.” The earthy taste was too much for her especially uncooked. At that she had to laugh. “Is this the part I bring out my bingo card? Been there, still there, am making the T-shirt. Honestly didn’t think fibre pancakes would be as good as they are.” For her part, the stylists running over to both of them only made her want to shop more. A simple task of buying shoes now made curiosity wander as to what else she could buy. The Zanotti heels chosen by the woman was met with great approval by Amelia, enjoying the sparkle of the strap. “I don’t think it’s fair to judge a therapist on what they’re wearing but you sure are dressed to kill - or well, heal. You seem to suit everything you wear. I’m jealous! And it’s lovely to meet you.” The blonde shook Evie’s hand with excitement before tying the bows on her Louboutins. Too bridal? She mentally questioned. “That’s good to know…you wouldn’t perhaps have a business card or something? I might be interested…in talking to someone.” Having only done a short course of trauma counselling last November, Amelia thought it might be beneficial to sort out other things in her brain. Especially if her thoughts were veering toward marriage as they have of late.
“As sad as I am that a pair of Manolo’s were sacrificed, those are a good choice! And I’m glad that’s the case. I’m sure in your line of work, it’s easy to get caught up in caring for everyone and pushing yourself down the priority list. I guess that’s why they call it retail therapy.” Amelia beamed at Evie, pleased the other woman was doing something for herself. It took her a moment to process the reply as she click-clacked across the glass tiles. “I’m sorry to hear that. I think the only worse thing is staying in a marriage that isn’t working. I’m a bit of a romantic but you never know what might happen. I think if anything miraculous is to happen, it’ll be NYC.” It certainly was true in her case. More than once. “He’s one of the best things to happen to me and she’s amazing. If we meet up like this again, I’ll wear one of things she made for me. We haven’t even met in person yet and the proportions are perfection.” The blonde gushed, her blue eyes roaming for another pair of shoes and overwhelmed by the choices and possibilities.
EVIE could cringe at the thought of life being in phases. it was something she discussed all day with her patients, reminding them–– things will eventually get better with time. but the more she thought about time, the overwhelming feeling of life and it’s adventures kept her up at night. she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, displeased at the shift in upcoming phases. ❝ i’ve avoided the fiber pancake phase up until now. i’m still on the normal kind of pancakes–– but i’m sure that’ll change soon enough, ❞ evie said, a small snort followed her words. she looked over at the shoes chosen for her, a nod of approval from evie as she looked at the designer shoe glisten under the overhead lights. she approached the mirror closer, turning in different directions to look at her shoes in various angles. she was that kind of girl–– if they were for a different event, she’d practice dancing in them, too. ❝ you can never judge a book by its cover, ❞ evie recited the infamous saying. ❝ but–– i would definitely think my therapist was ready to get my shit together in these, ❞ she pointed at her shoes with a smile. they were definitely coming home with her. she went back to her personal bench, unstrapping the first pair. evie nodded, hoping she’d be able to find some at the bottom of her bag; also known as the black hole that held her things. ❝ of course–– i’d love to help you find somebody who you can talk to. i have an amazing staff and team that can cater to your needs and goals, ❞ she told her with a grin.
she grabbed the next box, opening the delicate packaging and admiring the next pair before her. they were just as amazing as the last. today would unexpectedly be a spending day, apparently. she looked back over at amelia, nodding and letting out a small sigh. ❝ definitely. therapy comes in all forms but retail has to be one of my favorites. but, i’ll have you know, i do have my own therapist so we are growing and glowing one day at a time, ❞ evie informed her with sincerity. she pulled the heels out of the box and placed them next to her as she listened. amelia’s words sat with her and the decision she had made for her life, giving her a pang of courage which she would never know about. she nodded, pausing for a moment as she thought. ❝ it’s only upwards from here, ❞ she told amelia the same words she told herself every morning. ❝ i’m just excited to see where the future takes me. i’m like you–– a true romantic at heart. rose colored glasses are my favorite kind ! ❞
niklavs:
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Klaus listened intently as the woman formally introduced herself, trying unsuccessfully to search his memory for why the name sounded familiar. In his entire life the man only had a single experience involving a psychotherapist; a situation he didn’t usually reflect on and which had not haunted him for a long time. The idea of allowing someone into his thoughts was more absurd than the real reason behind it. He didn’t need to be fixed, there was nothing wrong with him. But the diagnoses he had received in the past contradicted his theory “A psychotherapist, that’s…intriguing“ the man stated, trying to keep a casual expression on his face "Your name feels familiar, but I would remember if we had met before. Something tells me you’re unforgettable” confessed, offering a saccharine smile.
“I’m relieved to know I don’t have to compete with any other artworks for your attention” Klaus joked, unable to take his attention away from the lovely brunette, whose presence felt like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a dark night. There was something holy and yet sinful about her, and any man knew that was a deadly combination "If you still have time – which I must admit, I hope you do – I’m desperate for a coffee and I’d love for you to join me, if you like" the man suggested, a soft expression on his features “It’s very close to here, just two streets away”
EVIE raised an eyebrow, her head cocked slightly to the right as he diluted her years and years of constant studying down to interesting. he was right, it was definitely interesting. ❝ that’s one of the many words to describe my profession, ❞ she said, nodding her head. she turned on her heels, walking towards the next painting closer to him. she stopped, looking ahead of her as he spoke. a small grin filled her lips as she heard him, stopping herself from shaking her head. he was charming, of course. she looked back over at him, her grin growing across her cherubic features. ❝ consider yourself lucky we hadn’t met yet, ❞ she told him instead. maybe, it was a good thing they hadn’t met each other under any other circumstances other than now. ❝ it was meant to be at the MET. ❞
she wasn’t one to stop and smell the roses often enough since her life had been on the go since she was a child. she was usually in a rush to do something but today it was the other. evie pushed her glasses on top of her head, using the frames to hold back her bangs. ❝ coffee ? ❞ she repeated. it’s as if he read her mind. but, he didn’t need to know she needed her fifth cup of the day. ❝ seems like you know exactly how to get my attention, klaus, ❞ she said with an amused laugh. ❝ you’ve got an hour–– to keep it. my attention. are you up for that challenge, galán ? ❞
❝ closed starter . ❞
featuring: in session with @jjbennett
location: dr. evelyn iglesia’s private practice –– room 111 📝
THE end of the day was something everybody looked forward to, especially evie. but, she truly lacked any perception of time when she was in and out of sessions around the clock. her job was fast paced for her, but perhaps stagnant for those in the other seat. she stood in front of the espresso machine waiting for her last patient of the day. everybody was extremely different but she had an open-mind and enthusiastic approach regardless. the chimes from the front of the office space indicated they’d arrived and she promptly swung open the door to the dimly lit room filled with the smell of coffee beans and a vanilla candle burning.
❝ james, please come on in ! ❞ she invited him. ❝ i’m glad to see you. i bet we have tons to catch up on, ❞ she grabbed the mug filled to the brim with hot liquid. ❝ can i get you anything ? it’s full service around here, as you know. i’m a part time barista ! ❞ she laughed, setting her coffee down. ❝ water ? coffee ? tea ? ❞ possibly, tissues ? she thought to herself. ❝ just let me know. ❞
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bluebellmadonna:
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Enrolling on that open-24-hours gym had certainly been one of the best decisions that Bluebell Madonna had taken all year, last year. With her hectic schedule, it was hard to tell when she would have time to hit the gym and she couldn’t afford the luxury of having a two-hour time slot in his day, every day, at the same hours. And that was one of the few fitness centers in New York that never closed, so she needn’t worry about punctuality anymore. Yet that was not the only reason that made her choose that specific gym. It had a huge swimming pool underground that was also open for use all night long. An avid swimmer since childhood, Bluebell couldn’t decline the opportunity of having a swimming pool all to herself, all night (for that was the time in which the gym had fewer attendees, and, usually, the time slot that he had available for exercising).
That was another one of those long nights that she spent at the gym. Swimming, or simply enjoying the calm and the silence that the lonely pool provided… It was something, she found, that helped keep her mind away from issues that she wanted to avoid, at least for the time being. And most importantly, exercising kept her away from, not just thoughts, but a habit that she had been trying to avoid, as of recent… And so, there she was, in the silent, isolated pool. After having done a few rounds, she found herself quietly contemplating… That is before her train of thought was cut off by an abrupt noise in the distance. Someone seemed to be coming by the desolated pool area… No one was supposed to be there at that hour. Well, no one except herself and herself only.
Curious, and slightly worried, she immediately asked, ❛ Who’s there? ❜
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SOMETIMES, evelyn was a 5am pilates type of girl–– but most of the time, she was fighting her sleep in many ways. being at the gym at such a late hour was not out of the norm for evie considering her schedule had been royally messed up since she moved from one side of the world to the other. she never truly adjusted–– or perhaps, she never truly had a good sleep schedule stemming from her childhood. either way, being up at these hours was just another normal night for evie. she had grown up surrounded by the salty Mediterranean sea in Spain, missing the days she could run out of her house and down the sandy roads to the ocean. the water always brought her comfort from the sound of the waves, the crisp air and all of the memories she had growing up.
the closest offered to her at these hours was the 24hour gym she was enrolled at. she made do, that’s for sure. the brunette pulled her hair back into a tight bun as the music in her headphones took over any thoughts of worry. evie walked along the olympic sized pool, noticing the blonde from far away. she minded her business, placing her things down at the other end of the pool. she pulled her headphones off, placing them on the bench and approaching the edge of the deepest side of the pool. evie stared down at the clear water, looking at her reflection before she took a deep breath and jumped in, swimming to the bottom of the pool before she burst through the surface and turned around face-to-face with the now unsettled blonde. she shook her head, wiping her eyes off.
❝ forgive me–– i should’ve announced myself. i didn’t mean to frighten you ! ❞ she tells her.
ameliarbennett:
Amelia was thankful the other woman was at the very least also as enamored with the store as she was. Then again, it was rather impossible to be in a place that held all these finely crafted shoes. It might not have been every girl’s dream but it certainly was hers. “We’re the same person.” She laughed, recalling her early nursing days that were much less able to stretch toward almost anything designer. “My go-to were protein bars and meal replacement shakes. The way I used to frame it was that it was an investment - and it is. I didn’t wear much more than a uniform then so for me it was designer crystal.” The Baccarat ring she wore on her right hand sparkled as if to emphasize her point. Amelia cocked her head after a moment as if to agree. “I suppose you’re correct. I don’t think you get more subjective than NYC. Then I guess the question is: what does your version of approval look like?” Perhaps a bit philosophical but there was more to fashion design than simply drawing pretty clothes. “Well maybe I might see you sometime. Do you have offices nearby? Hmm…personally I don’t think you’re the nightmare, it’s simply in the process of wellness, the nightmares have to be dealt with.” Or demons, as she mentally referred to them. “They’d suit you.” The blonde commented. “I’m sure your wardrobe is a thing of envy. Oh please, I’d take numb, painful feet any day. Life’s a little too short and sometimes too unpleasant not to have a bit of beauty and indulgence everyday. Even better when you have the option to. I’m Amelia by the way.” It never cease to escape her that she could have entire conversations with others and forget the most basic elements.
It might have been dramatic but Amelia gasped in sheer delight at the shoes that glimmered in the light. “Is it extra? Yes. Is it a necessity? Also yes. Only one way to find out if you’ll get your happily ever after. I have a pair of them myself so I’d very much think it will.” She giggled and plucked off a pair of Versace’s La Medusas for herself to try on. “Thank you very much! You’d think I would’ve been a little more discreet by now.” Though to be fair to her for at least a month or two, the pair had to keep their connection under wraps. “Do you have anyone special in your life?” Her tone aloft as she slipped the heels on her feet. “Funnily enough no. He has a habit of gifting me tailored dresses. His mother’s a seamstress. Oh but it’s not like I expect either of them to or anything like that! I’ve got my eye on this silk number at a boutique I sometimes frequent.” Amelia shrugged sheepishly.
EVIE couldn’t protest with the blonde just yet–– so far, they both had fine taste. she respected her on simply based on the facts; including the physical shine to both of them. as simple as standing in a luxury boutique might’ve been for someone, this was an ode to them making it in evelyn’s mind. ❝ aahh, yes, the protein phase. i’m slightly still in it, but i’ve stepped it up a notch in my 30′s. you go from protein and peanut butter to kale salads and green juice the next, ❞ she found herself shaking her head as a small chuckle left her. ❝ i’m wondering what the next phase will be. perhaps, the classic oatmeal and fiber pancakes ? ❞ the brunette guessed. evelyn's eyes focused on the shiny ring, biting her lip and nodding in approval. she was craving retail therapy even more now running into her. as she asked her, stylists came over to them with boxes of shoes. it was just the right moment. evie nods, pulling the pink Giuseppe Zanotti’s from the box with an overly animated smile. ❝ i’ll start with these–– i definitely approve, ❞ she said as she slipped into them and stood up to walk across the crisp white floors. ❝ nice to meet you, amelia, i’m evie, ❞ she introduced herself, approaching her with a hand out to shake. ❝ also known as dr. evelyn iglesias. i have my own private practice in the upper east side, ❞ she explains to her. ❝ and i’ll definitely take your advice–– these are going in my cart, ❞ she points down to the heel.
❝ oh, please please don’t get me started. i could be in here for hours... days if someone let me, and you encouraging these habits will actually take time off my productivity. although now that i think about it... filling my closet is serving to my productivity in terms of self-care and mental health, ❞ she concludes with a shrug. she takes off the heel, finding the next pair to try on. she shakes her head, scratching her head. ❝ not quite right now. i’m dedicating my time to myself and my wants and needs, ❞ she says. ❝ and–– i’m going through a divorce, ❞ she admits to amelia. ❝ don’t let this news rain on any parades though–– it’s for the better, ❞ evie tells her. she stands up again, this time with a new pair of shoes on. ❝ he sounds really nice–– maybe his mother could get a new customer out of me ! ❞ evelyn laughs.
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rylanpratt:
Looking up with wide eyes at the question Rylan answered earnestly, the first thing she’d answered without a second thought the whole session thus far. “More than anything.” The brunette whispered, a tear dribbling down her cheek as she thought about Nate. Picturing his face which made her just want to hug him, letting out a soft sniff. “I’d do … whatever he needed I’d do it. Always.” She’d have said the same about her dad up until recently too, she would say the same about Jonas, about Rhett, the people who were important to her she’d do whatever they might need of course. Why wouldn’t she? The only problem was she didn’t care about herself in the same way, and she certainly didn’t love herself in the same way and it showed in the way she’d treat herself. Rylan knew what Evelyn meant by the question, was she doing the things she knew she needed to do in order to keep herself healthy, the answer to which was…well it was obvious. She shook her head. Telling the truth but not out loud as if that might make it less real, or less embarrassing, that she as a twenty five year old grown ass woman was so deliberately destructive all the time.
EVIE knew rylan had her ways. and truly, she was the only one who could determine her future going forward. she just hoped she took a little bit away from their sessions in the meantime. ❝ so let me get this straight, ❞ she taps the notebook with her pen. her notes showed the honest behind her emotions and evelyn wanted rylan to really hear herself. evie looked back up at her, ❝ you said you love him– more than anything, ❞ she begins. ❝ how about your own self ? ❞ she asks her. ❝ would do whatever you needed to do to help yourself and your future going forward ? is it beneficial for you to harp on the past when you know he’s already come to terms with it ? ❞ she reminds her of her own point of view. ❝ are you willing to love yourself a little more ? be a little nicer to yourself ? look how far you’ve come despite it all. ❞ evie looks at rylan shaking her head, knowing that her silence was an answer. she nodded, taking the last swig of her cold coffee.
❝ so. what’s next for you, ry ? ❞ evie asks her.
rhettmatthewsx:
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His gaze watched the waitress as she wandered away before he turned back towards Evelyn, listening as she spoke. He smiled a bit, “Oh, woooow…Pilates. Really just…living on the edge of excitement.” Rhett joked. Really though, what she was up to sounded normal. And normal wasn’t something he was all too familiar with. Not at anymore. To be honest, he would kill to wake up and have the energy to go and do something like that. Well, maybe no Pilates. But ya know, anything else of that sort. He was usually too strung out for that.
Another smile crossed his lips when she mentioned a date, “Oh, you did?” Rhett asked, “With who? How was it?” At least one of them was having a better time in the dating world.
EVIE’s face scrunched as he harped on the boring semantics of her life. ❝ hey–– i’m not a 5am pilates type of gal ! this is some real personal growth, ❞ evelyn informed him. the warm cup of coffee placed between her hands bringing her instant relief. ❝ do you do anything like that ? working out is more of a mental thing for me, ❞ she admits, taking a sip of the chocolate looking liquid. she could feel the caffeine light her system up–– in the most natural way possible. she had been craving coffee from a very young age and she couldn’t see it stopping anytime soon.
her eyes widened, sucking air in through her teeth. she wasn’t huge on the whole dating scene–– she was barely finalizing her divorce. a part of her was still in mourning but... evie liked to enjoy the little things in life. ❝ well–– it was kind of a few. i went to this speed dating event, ❞ she told him. ❝ i know. they actually still do those kind of things. ❞