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Shit, Iâm bleeding.
Do you want me to patch that up?
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@everlyxsommers
andromeda:
Shit, Iâm bleeding.
Do you want me to patch that up?
delia:
I refuse to have this baby in the middle of an earthquake aftershock, goddammit.
And I refuse to help deliver this baby. You need to sit and rest; we canât do anything until weâre notified that the city is safe.
hugo:
I canât breathe. I canât breathe.
Are you hurt? Were caught you under any debris?Â
How can I help? Iâm a trained nurse.
wyatt:
If she asks what really happened, Iâm telling her everything. I wonât lie.
I know I donât deserve her, I donât even deserve this second chance of having her here with us. Austen and I are two completely two different people nowâŠat least I feel so, but that doesnât make me love her any less than the day this city took her from everyone she cared about.
Iâm not asking you to lie to her, Iâm telling you to respect that she needs to heal. Reliving her trauma too early can overwhelm her and set her back.
I get that you want to reattempt what you had before, but Austen getting better is more important. Not to mention that you need to come to terms with your own trauma. What youâve been doing? With Judas? Itâs not healthy.Â
chandler:
Call me sheltered, powers high on the totem pole barred me from that during my younger years. Papa Urie was a pain in my ass. To be fair, I have been mostly traveling with little time to socialize in Hedgestone up until recently.
Morrigan isnât much better.
Well... youâll be doing your social stance a disservice.Â
austen:
Austen couldnât help the small smile on her face as she gripped her sisterâs hand back. If she believed in fairytales and happily ever-afters, sheâd believe that just the mere touch of her twinâs hand would heal her. Knowing that she had her sisterâs love and trust was an immovable force that singlehandedly gave her the will to take whatever steps was necessary in her recovery. Her eyes softened as her sister spoke of Simon. Austen couldnât imagine the kind of year that Everly had without her, and more than anything Austen was grateful that Evie had someone on her side. Someone who was willing to drop everything and move back to Hedgestone for her and be a strength that she needed anytime Everly needed someone to lean on. âHe must be something special,â Austen said with a smile, âI donât think Iâve ever heard you talk about anyone as you do with him, even with what little youâve said. I donât think Iâd ever be able to thank him enough for being there for you.â Her eyes widened at her sisterâs admission, knowing that Everly wasnât as open about her exploits that Austen was, a dumb wide grin spreading on her face. âI wonât force you to give me details even though Iâm dying to know, but I support everything about this.â
Everly smiled to herself, âYeah, he is.â Simon was important to her, just as important as Austen was to her. She chewed her lip and looked at Austen with a tinge of guilt in her eyes. âYouâll have the chance to... a lot. Simon is going to be staying with us. I... I hope you donât mind?â Eve leaned into the chair beside Austen, sighing as she gave her sister a playful roll of her eyes. âWhat do you want to know?â
simon:
Everly didnât have to explain in full detail what had happened to her parents, Simon knew full well what happened to traitors. Sometimes the Devereauxâs were tasked with chasing down traitors if they decided to run before punishment could be doled out, but that was more in his parentsâ time. Vincentâs were usually as loyal as they come, and at one time he had been proud to call himself a Vincent. Deep down, he still holds a loyalty towards them; itâs hard to turn away from everything heâd been taught his entire life. âIt must have been hard, losing them when you did,â he said quietly, knowing that she would have felt grief much like he would have for his if he had a normal childhood. With him and his parents having a difficult and complicated relationship, the loss of his parents was less about grief and more along the lines of disrupting his routine and everything heâd known. Becoming a head of the Devereaux family was a burden he wasnât ready for. Simon rose a brow at her statement. Maybe his name didnât carry much weight in Urieâs faction, but he doubted it; everyone was aware of the Devereauxâs. Maybe not their methods, but their sheer prowess in their abilities was legend on the streets. âYouâd be surprised at how persuasive I can be with people,â Simon murmured, gripping her hand in his as she took it; letting the warmth spread through him. Heâd never get enough of it. He gave her a small smile, âI know you donât need anyoneâs approval, I admire that about you.â
She pursed her lips and thought over what he said. It had been sad, she supposed. Eveâs parents werenât anything to scream about, but they had still been her parents. But her period of mourning had been shadowed by they had done and the disdain and hate everyone else felt towards them. To show any emotion towards her parents death would have been another nail in her coffin, so Eve had just... moved on. Now, too much time had passed for her to feel grief. She wasnât sure what that said about her, but too much has happened in her life to feel guilty; not when they left her and Austen to this fate. So Eve just shrugged, smiling awkwardly. She watched his face and listened to him, sighing and falling back onto her bed in response. Eve covered her face with her hands, dragging them down as she gave him a half-teasing and half-scolding look. âIâm sure youâre very convincing with your fists, but you are not punching people for my benefit.â She knew it was half-hearted, Simon was making it apparent he intended to be shield and sword of her reputation in Hedgestone. âYeah, well you can show your admiration by getting us something to eat while I clean the mess out there.â
simon:
He nodded at Everlyâs suggestion, taking his bags as he began to unpack what belongings he brought and placing the box that held his rifle as far back into the closet that he could; he already knew walking in that heâd eventually have to get a safe. Simon may not have brought a lot of weapons, but what little he had were sentimental in some way and too dangerous to have just laying around. Especially if people of Hedgestone hate the Sommersâ so much that they would just waltz in. That part irritated him, and it was all pointed to the people of Hedgestone and who lead it. âHow many years have people treated you so poorly?â He asked, his back to her as he arranged his clothing into a drawer, placing what weapons he wasnât going to carry with him within the layers. The nice thing about having so little was the easy unpacking. Simon turned to face Everly, moving to sit beside her on the bed, a hand moving through his hair. âWhen I worked with the Vincentâs, while I was a weapon, I had everyoneâs respect; with some, I still do.â He looked at her, his dark eyes softening as he rested a hand on her back gently. âI donât like how this place treats you and your sisterâ I never did from the first day. Itâs what drew me to you, and while I know you donât exactly like how Iâm going to have to stay here, I donât regret it. Iâm in the position now that I wanted to be since the beginning. Despite everything here, you can have the life youâve wanted for you and your sister.â
Everly pulled her legs onto her bed and to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as she leaned her chin on her knees. She watched him pack away his things, a soft smile on her lips. It made her happy to see him in her space in an official way. It would be their space â Simon and Everly â that excited her. She was surprised by his question, it wasnât something she liked to talk about. But it was also something not many people asked her about, mainly because people either ignored the Sommersâ situation or actively participated in the hate. Traitors were unforgivable in St. Cascadia, and Everly had been branded with a red A for quite some time. âIt uh,â she cleared her throat awkwardly and looked away from Simon as he approached. âIâve lost count, to be honest. But itâs been years... ever since my parents betrayed the Urieâs.â Ever since they were killed. The words went unsaid. It was a monumental time, and the scandal of it all left the twins by themselves. There was no one to look after them, and after a time in foster care they were eventually emancipated at fifteen through a backward legal system that didnât care for them; a system governed by Morriganâs family that just wanted to be rid of them. With the little money they were allowed to inherit from their parents, the rest going to the Urieâs as collateral, they got their apartment and stayed in school. But it wasnât easy, and it meant the twins worked any job they could get their hands on. Eveâs scholarship had been a miracle, but didnât enable her a full ride. Her and Austen had been pushing against the system to make do, the constant fighting had made the years feel longer. When he sat beside her, she looked at him with curious eyes. Her face started to furrow, a light frown taking its place as she looked at him sadly. âSimon... Thereâs a chance that not even you can change the minds of people here.â She shifted her position to reach over and take his hand, âIâm happy so long as I have my sister and you, Simon. Thatâs all I need, I donât need anyone elseâs approval here.â
simon:
âYouâre the only one I would have chosen,â he said simply, and it was nothing but the truth. When all of the cards settled, there was only one outcome for his life and that was always be wherever Everly was. Simon didnât want to worry her, knowing that him responding with the fact that he most likely will take a bullet at some point would put unnecessary stress on her, he only gave a short nod. Hopefully it wonât actually happen, he hadnât taken a bullet in years; not since his training years. Simon watched her open the door, his eyes scanning the room that was oddly⊠left as is. He was glad that Everly didnât have to come back to broken furniture and even more of a mess to clean, but it didnât add up. âIt doesnât have to be much as long as youâre around, Everly,â he said giving her a brief smile before he brought his bag into the room, wanting to check it before she came in. His eyes roving over every crevice in the room, hands moving to check the furniture, vents, lights for any sort of bug. Why would anyone go through the trouble of leaving messes anyone but the bedrooms? Simon walked over to the window to pull up the blinds, unlocking and relocking the window to make sure the locking mechanism still worked. He stared out of it, taking in the scenery that was foreign to him before turning back to her, âitâs good to go.â
Eve smiled softly at him. She chose him too, for all intents and purposes. She watched him with so much emotion in her eyes, if he really looked at her, he would be able to see exactly how she felt for him. âWell you donât have much of a choice, youâre a little stuck with me.â Eve watched as Simonâs demeanour changed slightly, something you wouldnât notice unless you were her. At first she was confused, but as he studiously looked over her room she began to realise what exactly he was doing. It warmed her a little, that he would make sure her safety was guaranteed before anything else. Yet it hurt her, seeing him here and so on guard. It was her fault, being who she was and dragging him to a hostile environment. She wished that they could have normal, that she could provide him with a safer space. She waited patiently for him, not wanting to interrupt his routine. When he turned back to her she offered him a small smile and nod, âThank you.â She moved to sit on the edge of her bed as she played with her fingers. âThereâs space in my drawers and closest, you can help yourself to anything, reorganise what you need.â
chandler:
About Austen or shit in general? Morri only let me in on the secret recently, so if that doesnât tell you how serious it was keeping it hidden, donât know what does.
Donât be like that, come now. Iâm the welcoming party always. No matter who you are.
Thatâs a lie. Iâve lived here most my life, and youâve never spoken to me. Not once.
chandler:
I know what it looks like.
Suppose a welcome home is in order?
Of course you would, I can only imagine the things you know that sheâs told you.
You welcoming me? Right...
simon:
He squinted his eyes at her teasing though the smile was still on his face. âYouâre not wrong, those are pretty common tells of anyone who lives there. Donât be mistaken, I still give one syllable responses to everyone thatâs not you, usually,â Simon said simply. He never had use for conversations when it didnât pertain to anything he was working, but with Everly he found himself wanting to talk. Wanting to know more about her, and wanting her to know more about him even though it wasnât entirely pretty. He was an open book to her where he was always closed off. Simon crossed his arms across his chest, raising a brow. âI think itâs pretty fair, plus I am equipped to handle dangerous situations more than most,â he offered with a shrug.
âThen I consider myself lucky to be the one youâve chosen.â She smiled as she watched him, she could look at him all day if she didnât have work and bills that needed paying. His shrug was so nonchalant that Eve knew there wasnât a point to press him on it. Simon would protect her, she just hoped he kept his promise and didnât put his life in risk for her own. âSo long as Iâm not taking bullets out of you, Iâll overlook the dangerous situations.â Eve looked back at her door and sighed, reaching the door handle and turning it. The inside of her room had gone unscathed, surprisingly. The furniture was dusty, but exactly how she left it. She sighed in relief, âWelcome to my room, itâs not much... but itâs home.â
austen:
âRight.â Austen had no words. All she wanted was to feel whole, put together and complete again. She knew she had a long road to recovery, and she would do everything in her power to get straightened out. Austen knew she had a great support system in her twin, her own personal angel. Austen squinted her eyes, taking in her sisterâs hesitancy, before giving her sister a devilish grin. âThe Devereaux boy? Tall, dark, and Iâm assuming handsome, and heâs here in Hedgestone?â Austen gave a chuckle, giving a small waggle of her fingers in her sisterâs direction, âyou literally are a miracle worker. This is the best news I could have heard. Youâll have to tell me everything, Evie.â Her dark eyes twinkled with mischief, but she needed this. Aus couldnât handle her sister looking at her with guilt or sadness for another second. âDid you guys bone yet?â
Everly could see the downturn of Austenâs expression and reached over to squeeze her sisterâs hand. âYou will get better, Austen. I know itâs confusing and that it might feel so far off, but Iâm here every step of the way. You will feel better again, Iâm sure of it.â The turn in the conversation gave Eve whiplash, but if talking about her relationship made Austen feel normal for even a second, Eve would endure it. She felt awkward at the words âmiracle workerâ, grinning slightly as she tried to take the compliment. She didnât feel like a miracle worker when it came to Simon, that wasnât how she saw the situation. There was no explicit trying on her part, no mission to crack open his shell. Eve had only wanted him to see for himself that thereâs more to being a human, that he deserved to care and be cared for. âI donât know what to say. We just came into each otherâs lives and... stayed.â There was no chase or months of back and forth. It warmed her a little to think about how quickly they saw each other. Even though they didnât know it in quite some detail to begin with, but they had been each otherâs person from the beginning â whether it turned romantic or not. Austenâs question made Eve wince, she looked away from her sister as she played with her sleeves. âYes.â
simon:
Trust was a Devereauxâs currency. Thatâs all that Georgiana and Simon had growing up, trust in their parents and trust in their leaders. One way or another, that trust had been broken, but there was one thing he knew for sure. There was nothing that Everly could to to break his trust in her. Simon couldnât help but breathe out a chuckle as he remembered the day that they met in the doctors office; it felt like a lifetime ago. âNo, I remember very well how much of a stickler you are for healthcare. I donât think Iâve ever had anyone outside of the Vincentâs make me say sorry before,â he shook his head though his smile never faded. He never knew one small meeting could bring someone so important into his life, and he didnât regret a single thing. âI think weâre both figuring out that I apparently have a stubborn side, too, but Iâll do my best,â Simon said before smoothing a lock of her hair behind her ear, âyou can be stubborn about my health and Iâll be stubborn about your safety, I think thatâs a fair tradeoff.â
She smiled at him, brighter than the one before. âWell, someone had to show you manners. I thought the bad tempers and one syllable responses was an exaggeration of Newport men. You proved me wrong,â she teased. Everly looked up at him as she leaned against her bedroom door, forgetting what they were doing to focus her attention entirely on him. Her brow furrowed slightly as she gave him a soft unimpressed look. âYour stubbornness is more inclined to get you into trouble or dangerous situations than mine. Iâm not convinced itâs a fair playing field.â
austen:
Austen watched her sister explain what was going on with her, with her head and her fragmented memories. Post-traumatic amnesia. It sounded like something out of books, something that someone else experienced but never yourself. She picked at her fingers, eyes dropping to her nails; trimmed short and neat. Another thing that was different. Austen always had manicures, long and sharpâ colored in various shades of red and glitter. It was what she had on last before she slept. Flashes of blood filled her mind but she shook her head to clear her thoughts. âHow⊠long am I going to be this way?â she asked quietly, knowing that Everly may not actually have the answer. Austenâs eyes tracked Everly, her brows creasing with concern as she spoke. She didnât like the for now. âI knew it was a pipe-dream that things would miraculously get better for you while I was out,â she said as she leaned back against the copious amount of pillows that propped her up, her fingers running through the tangles at the ends of her long hair, âdid anything good happen at all?â Perhaps it was too much of a question, but she needed to focus on something else other than the negatives. There were so many negatives.
Eve chewed the inside of her cheek, "Sometimes it lasts minutes, sometimes it can last months. Given youâve been a coma, itâs hard to say which end of the spectrum youâll fall on. Your body and mind have been healing... but itâs also been so long since you were last awake..â When they had the opportunity, Everly wanted to take Austen to see Sid. While Morriganâs doctors were more than qualified, Eve needed someone she trusted to check on her sisterâs health and recovery. Everly paused at her sisterâs question, Simonâs face instantly coming to mind. Soon they would meet and Everly hadnât thought too much about it. âUh... yeah,â she hesitated awkwardly. Her and Simon werenât easy to describe of define, but he was a part of her life in way similar to Austen, they were both equally important to her. âWe actually spoke about him once... very briefly and not in detail. But Simon and I were in Greenpoint after what happened to you, and now... Now weâre here. He came with me.â Everly said it all shyly, not used to telling her sister about the boys in her life. Austen had always been the bombshell while Eve the quieter one. There had been boys in the past, but none like Simon.
simon:
It was the smile on her face that made the entire move worth it. That made anything that Simon may face eventually and for the duration that they stay in Hedgestone entirely worth it. With the Vincentâs he would have given his life for them, and itâs the same for Everly⊠but the realization hit him that she gave him a reason to live. âI trust you,â he said in response, his hand moving to hers, a small smile lifting at the corner of his lips, âwith everything.â Simon grimaced at her request, he hadnât had a ânormalâ sleeping schedule ever. At least from what he remembered. âWeâll have to take baby steps with that one. I get a couple on a good night, but Iâll try.â
His smile would fuel her for weeks. Even when it becomes impossible dark, and she had no doubt that it would, Everly knew she would push forward because of him â because if he smiled like that forever, sheâd never have a bad day. Her own smiled widened, her skin feeling like a live wire when his hand covered her own. âI trust you too.â It was more than trust, Eve knew exactly how deeply she felt for him. A part of her wanted to admit it, but the start of their relationship was already a big step and they had fluttered around giving it a label. She didnât want to overwhelm him anymore than he already was. Eve was content to wait, even if it meant forever. He was worth it; Simon was worth everything. âI think youâve forgotten how seriously I take proper health care.â She dragged her hand from his cheek and down to his chest, an amused look taking place on her face as she quirked an eyebrow slightly. âOr how stubborn I actually am.â