golden dreams

evie davis. rapunzel. florist at grand green florist.

[evelxndavis-blog]

gwenwoods‌:

Gwen raised her glass as if she was making a toast and finished her coffee. She was not a great fan of alcohol, unless she could not avoid it, but her caffeine level was so great that it almost hard to think. “I’m Gwen. It’s nice meeting someone who understands, "she said simply.

Evie watches the other woman raise her glass as if making a toast and a smile appears on her lips of its own accord. She feels heavy now what with the subject at hand being what it is and a sigh leaves her as she learns the other’s name. They’d been strangers a moment ago and to a stranger, Evie could entertain the idea of being truly honest with, of laying it all on the table. She’d have plenty to say on the topic of nostalgia, could spend hours relaying how much she longed for a time when she’d been innocent, younger and not as broken as she was now. “It is. It’s exhausting, isn’t it? We were meant to start over here but I don’t even know where to start.” She blurts out, eyes darting between Gwen’s own dark hues and her hands. The confession is breathed out quietly and she clears her throat, embarrassed. It is all so cryptic, she knows for her companion doesn’t even know her story or her true name. “My name’s Rapunzel. Or at least it was, here it’s Evie.” She continues, extends a hand for Gwen to shake, finally looking up.

[evelxndavis-blog]

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

“I’m not. I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.” Evelyn replies, looking up at Beauty and trying to convey how much she cares for her friend in this look. A part of her is hurt that the other woman would even say such a thing but she knows she can’t truly blame her for it. Evelyn has been absent to say the least these days, even when she does make time for her friend, her mind is elsewhere, preoccupied. She doesn’t want to burden Beauty though not when the older woman’s situation is so much more complicated in comparison. “I haven’t let you down, yet. Have I?” She continues and her question is meant to alleviate the mood. Her fingers hover over Beauty’s own hand, unsure of their welcome and a tentative smile spreads across her lips.

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. ❜

❛ You are going to break your promise. ❜

❛ I understand. ❜

❛ And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. ❜

❛ Oh, I will be cruel to you. ❜

❛ It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. ❜

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜

❛ I am a demanding creature. ❜

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜

❛ For you alone I will be weak. ❜

❛ I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. ❜

❛ In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. ❜

❛ I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. ❜

❛ I moved the earth and the water for you. ❜

❛ Because my magic is as strong as an arm. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ You will always run away with her. ❜

❛ You will always lose her. ❜

❛ You will always be a fool. ❜

❛ War is not for winning. ❜

❛ But her heart was so cold that she could hold ice in her mouth and it would never melt. ❜

❛ You look like a winter night. ❜

❛ But if you must be clever, then be clever. ❜

❛ Be brave. ❜

❛ Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. ❜

❛ She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat. ❜

❛ How I adore you. ❜

❛ Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. ❜

❛ Oh, quit that. ❜

❛ In his own country, death can be kind. ❜

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜

❛ Someone ought to write a novel about me. ❜

❛ I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. ❜

❛ What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? ❜

❛ After love, no one is what they were before. ❜

❛ In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. ❜

❛ No one is now what they were before the war. There’s just no getting any of it back. ❜

❛ How long your hair has grown. You could strangle a man in it. ❜

❛ I have survived, but I have not been spared. ❜

❛ After all, when all else is gone, you may still have bitterness in abundance. ❜

❛ I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. ❜

❛ Everyone is a criminal! ❜

❛ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. ❜

❛ We are better at this than you are. ❜

❛ We can hold two terrible ideas at once in our hearts. ❜

❛ It’s not so bad, my darling. ❜

❛ I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. ❜

❛ Do you think I am a fool? ❜

❛ Did you never think, even once, that I loved lipstick and rouge for more than their color alone? ❜

❛ I still want to kiss you. ❜

❛ I hate it here. ❜

❛ He’ll burn you down like wax if you let him. ❜

❛ Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand? ❜

❛ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ❜

❛ My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. ❜

❛ Nothing ever truly dies. ❜

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Alice tilted her head and crossed her arms over her chest. “Pretty sure we have no idea what’s in other worlds.” There was a small smirk on her lips, her words coming off in a matter-of-factly tone more to bring the fact to the other’s attention rather than to have her words be something to bring Evelyn down. She was just being captious, it was part of her whole persona, really. Some people had trouble understanding when she was being nitpicky on purpose or when she was just in a mischievous mood. But for Alice, whenever someone actually brought up her attitude, it was easy to explain —– if she was being a bitch on purpose, people would know. 

“Giving up so soon?” Her question was genuine, as was the surprise on her face as the other waved the white flag without even trying that hard to think of the answer. Well, that was a boring exchange and Alice knew it wasn’t because of her amazing riddle. 

“I hadn’t really factored in other worlds.” Evelyn replied, brows furrowing. It was way too early for her to think of anything other than getting herself a coffee and heading to work. The massive pounding headache that resulted from a combination of cheap beer and no sleep wasn’t helping her fire on all cylinders either but she didn’t know how to politely tell Alice any of this so she smiled, a hollow nothing of a smile that she was certain the smaller woman could see right through but that was all that she could muster. And then of course at the disappointment in Alice’s question, Evie found herself shaking her head. Nothing she hated more than to disappoint after all.

“I-Well, no. Let me think for a second.” She said, holding a hand up and turning away from Alice, racking her brain for an answer, any answer that would satisfy the other’s expectations. And then came to her information she’d found years ago in a book about insects. “Oh, I know! The cockroach’s heart is one structure made up of thirteen chambers. Does that count? Did I get it right?” She turned around to give her answer, her smile this time bright and cheerful. If she hadn’t found the answer, at least she had provided a worthy alternative.

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No one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.

[courtspangled-blog]

“Do you ever have that feeling that you might be too old to start something new?” Or too broken to deserve it? The queen didn’t say the last words, but they still kept swirling in her brain like a ghost looking for their soul. Gwen looked at the other and tried a smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get so nostalgic. There is something about today, though. It’s weird.”

[evelxndavis-blog]

“Only every day.” Evie lets the words come out freely, it’s only natural for her to feel this way as she has already had so much time stolen from her. She leaves out the part about her self doubts, about how she at times doesn’t believe herself capable of achieving anything new. She doesn’t know the woman next to her but she can tell something is weighing heavily on her mind, perhaps something akin to what is troubling her. “It’s alright. I understand.”She says and she does, really. Nostalgia is all she seems to feel these days, that and a mixture of anger and fear she cannot seem to be able to draw out no matter how much alcohol she consumes. Escapism was always one of her vices but it’s getting worse these days.

[wildfairy]

most days i am a museum of things i want to forget.

E.E. Scott, Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear, published in Shabby Doll House (via wildfairy)

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hxntsmn‌:

Feeling the presence of her behind him, Hunter holds in a sigh as he swigs straight from a bottle of whiskey. His actions had not been out of protection or pity, he had seen an opening to defeat his opponent and he took it, but now he seemed to have gained some sort of interest from her that he had not intended. He was done ‘saving’ people, all he had done was exploit a moment of weakness. Or so he told himself. Glancing at the napkin as he avoided her eyeline, Hunter scoffed. “Let it bleed.” He shrugged, knocking back another gulp before slamming the bottle down on the counter. Her comment about the unconscious body on the floor drew his eye to it and he dared to let out a chuckle. It was small, but it was there. “This is Trip Trap. Unconscious bodies add to the vibe.” He cocked an eyebrow as he now looked at her face, deciding to make a bold deduction about her. “A place you don’t look like you belong in but here you are. Why did you come back?” The question wasn’t meant to intimidate but it was in his nature to be standoffish.

Evie wasn’t stupid, she knew very well Hunter would have knocked down that man regardless of the threat he posed to her. He had no reason to protect her but she appreciates it nonetheless. She doesn’t like the feeling of being helpless though, always at the mercy of anyone stronger than she is and she thinks perhaps a visit to Theo might remedy to it. It wouldn’t hurt her to carry a weapon or two especially if she insists on getting in the path of men like the one currently lying on the floor of the Trip Trap. It was a thought she’d revisit later, for now, though she wanted to drink some more. Enough so that she would hit the mattress later and fall asleep instantly. No dreams to torment her for once. “I come back for the booze obviously. I could drink at home but then I wouldn’t get to enjoy the atmosphere and the delightful company, now would I?” She retorts, a lazy grin on her lips as she stared up at Hunter. “And besides this bar is the closest to my home. I don’t know if I belong but I’m starting to think it was fated.”

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sncwwhte‌:

“I’ve never understood that sort of attitude, but apparently that’s just the way some people want to be,” Snow said with a shrug, trying not to think about the frustration she had experienced since news got out about the murder due to people either ridiculing the situation or telling her that everything was going to be okay, even though she knew they were only saying that to stop her looking into more of it. It annoyed her that she couldn’t do anything to help the situation.

Snow shook her head at Evie’s suggestion, “We can get a little of everything, but you’re not paying for it all. Let’s split halfway, then I won’t feel as guilty eating all that sugar.” She let out a laugh, just as a waitress approached them and asked what they were ordering. “Could we have a little bit of every cake you have on the menu? And I’ll have… a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream with that, too. What would you like, Evelyn?” she asked, turning her attention to the other girl.

“Trying to understand it will just leave you with a headache so it’s best to steer clear of them, I think.” Evie nodded along, if only she could learn to follow her own advice but alas her pride and stubbornness got in the way and she was perhaps wasting time on people with less of an interest in her than she had in them. The trouble was cruelty felt familiar to her, that being pushed away and held at arm’s length was all she’d ever known. She had always had to beg for any scraps of affection from the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally. Time and a change of scenery hadn’t changed the way her mind was wired, not yet but she was working on it. Telling herself she deserved better often felt like a lie though and it was no wonder perhaps that she felt drawn to the wrong people.

“We’ll see about that.” Evelyn quipped back, she wasn’t about to let Snow pay for any of it if she had it her way, especially since she had been the one to suggest the stop for a cup of tea in the first place and besides she always enjoyed spending her money on others, for herself it felt frivolous as she had always had very little in the way of material possessions and didn’t feel the need for change but she liked taking care of others in small ways, it was always gratifying. “I’ll just have a cup of tea, I think. With all this sugar, I think it might be wiser.” She said, directing her attention back to Snow, as she handed over her menu to their waitress. 

[evelxndavis-blog]

kncveofhearts‌:

     ❝ one, it is stupid and two, i don’t see the good in people and i’m not isolating myself. that’s your choise, your problem. ❞ knave has gone his entire life only seeing the worst in people. if you assume the worst you can counteract it when needed. but assumption is only on first glance, knave has a knack for reading people especially when it comes to what annoys them. finding what annoys people and prodding, pushing, commenting until they finally snap. the snapping either ends in them attacking him with their fists or their lips. either way he wins. though this one was far too easy and he was finding himself growing bored of how quickly she was riled when he hadn’t even brought out the big guns.

     ❝ you’ve already slapped me why not go big, princess ?? you usually so violent towards strangers ?? should probably see someone about that. ❞ if anything this conversation just made him wish he could swap the other out for snow. by this point snow was already slamming into his chest so hard she had to take a breather. ❝ i thought you were walking away ?? wow, contradicting yourself again. what does that make this ?? the third time in this conversation ?? ❞ he holds out his arms either side for the other. ❝ could easily walk aroud and yet you keep talking to me. just admit it, you find me hot. don’t worry, everyone does. ❞

“except it isn’t typically a problem because not everyone takes advantage of it. not everyone steals, i’m sure you’re aware of that.” the world isn’t black and white, there are grey areas and evie is aware of that fact but not everyone is so willing to forget morality and decency for their own gratification. not everyone act as poorly as this man does only she’s not sure he even understand the concept of morality so she doesn’t bother elaborating on it. he’s already launched himself into another round of jabs at her and truly it has come to the point of being laughable for she may talk back and indulge their little joust of words but she won’t resort to violence so easily. there’s something to be said about being cornered and beaten down and yet not stooping to the level of your opponent. there’s a kind of grace about that, one evelyn isn’t so eager to relinquish her hold on.

“oh and i was until you called me stupid. see this must be the tenth time you’ve resorted to insulting me in this conversation and yet you keep going. i may contradict myself a lot but at least i know how to quit while i’m ahead.” she laughs then, they’ve been going around for circles in a while but she could keep at this just to have the last word in, just so that she isn’t the one bending. “look some of us have work to get to so stop being difficult and just move. you already have my money and you’ve thoroughly annoyed me. what the hell else could you possibly want?”

[evelxndavis-blog]

kncveofhearts‌:

      ❝ wow, you’re going to die if you keep that up. ❞ he shakes his head again, running his hand the unruly raven locks.  ❝ you’re not on trial i’m just pointing out how stupid holding your cash in the open air is near someone you saw stealing. that’s like seeing a flame burn someone and going- maybe it won’t burn me and then stick your fucking hand in the flames. ❞ he never understood anyone seeing the good in people. it’s fabletown. half the population don’t trust the other half and vice versa. 

      ❝ i’m just calling it how i see it, princess. ❞ he throws his head back and laughs once more, clapping his hands together.  ❝ wow, this is way too entertaining. i barely have to do anything, i just point out your own fucks up, i don’t even have to bat an eye. ❞ he crosses his arms over his broad chest, unable to keep down laughter that keeps bubbling up.  ❝ so you do wanna get to know me !! that’s cute. from now on any time you say shit i’ll just assume to opposite and then assume the first thing you said is right later on. seems how you like to work things. you’re as muddled up as the fucking mad hatter. ❞ being asked to move aside- knave does not. he simply stands there and looks down at her as if he was looking at a child.  ❝ there’ s full walkway here, go around. not everyone’s ready to follow your orders, princess. ❞

“it’s not stupid to try and have a little faith in the goodness of people. if i just chose to believe everyone is fucking evil, i’d never get out or talk to anyone. i’d just keep to myself.” evie was quick to quip back. she’d already been through the isolation process, seeing only what gothel allowed her to see which was not a whole lot and it would do her no good to go through it again so she had no choice but to step into the world every day regardless of fear and were she to decide to be more cautious about it, more discerning then she wasn’t sure it would save her much trouble. she’d be too terrified to live more likely than not. of course, she didn’t expect the man to understand what that felt like.

“are you just insulting me for the hell of it or do you genuinely want to get punched right now?” she cut him off mid-sentence, not wanting to hear any more of what he had to say. they were both woefully uninformed about the other but he was making assumptions from very little knowledge at all and it was starting to anger her. a princess she was not. she had never been one. she’d been a prisoner and then she’d been reduced to begging for food and money until finally, she had reached fabletown. that didn’t fit any known definition of the word princess but she wasn’t about to spoonfeed him information about her when all she really wanted was for him to shut up. “because if that’s what it takes for you to stop talking i’ll be happy to oblige.” she snarled, hands unfurling at her sides. 

[cvriouscr]

If one asked what or who was Alice’s greatest enemy, the Queen of Hearts would never get to the first place. Instead, as she let out a long sigh, kicking small stones as she walked, the Fable realized that boredom was as ruthless as one expected. Her mind began wandering, going directions that were too fast to follow. Too many thoughts, too little time. Her eyes scanned her surroundings, and just as she saw someone —- it didn’t matter who, all she wanted was something to do —-, everything in her mind came to a halt. Taking a couple of longer steps as she reached the person, she half-circled them before she finally spoke. “If you’re busy, you should’ve look the part,” Alice began, pressing her lips together before she continued speaking, “because now I have a question for you.” 

And then, a moment of silence just to add unnecessary dramatics. “What has 13 hearts but no organs?”

[evelxndavis-blog]

Evie’s prone to daydreaming, it’s a habit she hasn’t broken since she settled in Fabletown and it’s a useful one too, when the reality becomes a little too dark or too unsettling, she lets her mind wanders to faraway places, filled with nothing but wonders and where no one can reach her. Of course, her daydreams are always interrupted eventually, she’s been lucky though so far as it is never anyone remotely threatening she comes across on days like these, she’s walking around with her head in the clouds when Alice startles her out of her daze. The question is puzzling to say the least and Evie has half a mind to dismiss the girl, it’s too early for riddles after all.

Instead, she shakes her head fondly and she thinks on it, entertaining the riddle for Alice’s amusement. “I don’t think there exists a creature with thirteen hearts at all so I’m assuming it’s an object. Beyond that, I’m afraid I do not know.” She replies and now the question really gnawing at her and she can’t seem to answer it. Blame that on the lack of sleep and excessive drinking. “I give up. Enlighten me, O wise one.” She continues, matching Alice’s dramatic demeanor.

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[soracities]

Like the moon, I want to touch places just by looking.

Anne Michaels, from ‘Skin Divers’, Skin Divers (via snnsastark)

[evelxndavis-blog]

sncwwhte‌:

Listening to Evie’s words, Snow got a hint of sadness in them, one she could relate to since, whenever she brought up her own past to anyone, she got the same glint in her eyes as the other girl had at that moment. “At least that’s one good thing about leaving the Homelands - the good food and drink,” she joked as she took a seat opposite Evelyn. “Ooh, I love lemon cakes!” She picked up a menu that sat at the edge of their table and glimpsed at the food options available. “But then again… they do have chocolate cake too. And brownies… I’m definitely a chocolatey gal.” She let out a shameless giggle. 

“Oh, I’m Snow. It’s lovely to meet you, Evelyn. Everyone has been so… cruel about the Goldilocks incident. It’s nice to finally have someone to talk to who isn’t so insensitive.” Her mind though back to Knave in particular, and her skin crawled… and tingled. She shook herself out of that though immediately. “So, Evelyn - what do you fancy?” she asked, handing over the menu so the other girl could look. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” Evie nodded, lost in her own thoughts for a moment there. Shaking her head, she attempted to get her focus back on the present time, this moment. It was harder and harder as days went by and she found herself half in Fabletown and half in the Homelands. How different things could have been if she’d found the prince? Her story in the Homelands had barely begun before she was wrenched away from the place and it had left a bitter taste in her mouth. Unfinished. If there was one word to put to her feelings it was this one. There really was no use dwelling on it though and so she pushed those thoughts away, another smile blooming onto her lips, more sincere this time if still a bit shaky.

“Some people just can’t help themselves, it’s in their nature. I try not to pay them too much attention.” Evelyn replies, carefully. She isn’t of much help in this area, that much she knows as she has been known to rise to the bait quite quickly, recklessness and a lack of self-preservation instinct making her quite the easy target but in general she finds avoidance to be tactic that works, for her at least. Something tells her Snow has less of an issue fighting back though.” We could order a bit of everything. My treat!” She offered, without another glance at the menu. 

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