how great thou art

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[evesgospel]

♦ about ♦

age: 21 (just about 22) relationship status: obsessed with jesus education: homeschooled occupation: follower of the lord jesus christ

♦ recap ♦

Eve, or Evie as she is often known by family, has always believed herself to be special. To be blessed by God himself. That fanciful idea in her mind has only grown as time as ticked on by. As she grew more and more beautiful, reaching for the limelight, aching for someone to recognize her as the treasure that she was. Bound to do greater things for the Lord than slum it with any of her siblings.

She threw herself into church activities, joining the choir, staying late to help clean. Even looking after the children in the nursery. Not because she cared. Not because she was maternal in any single way. No. Eve craved attention, and power, and she believed no one could give that to her more than God himself.

The news of what lay outside of the church walls struck Eve in an odd way. At first she was terrified, believing them all to be in some kind of Holy War. That Revelations had finally come to pass, and it was now their job to take up arms and fight the demons away. But there’s something interesting about the demons at their door, and the sticks flailing in their hands. All that’s left for Eve to do now is reach out, take an apple from the Tree of Knowledge, and see what happens.

♦ dating history ♦

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leonxra​:

Leo kept looking at the other with the same grin. “For a powerless little creature, you sure have one hell of a superiority complex. It’s adorable, really.” She then reached into her purse, and made a show of pulling out her walnut wand. “Oh, don’t shake like that, it’s so very unbecoming of the world’s saviour.” For a moment or two she just stared the other down, twirling the wood between her fingers. “You’re not remotely worth my energy.”

A loud noise filled the air as Leo apparated out, landing right on Knockturn Alley a few moments later. Too flashy for her taste, admitedly, but she was sure the arrogant little muggle would remember it for a while.

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Eve watched the scene in front of her, dumbfounded. She had never been so thoroughly threatened in the entirety of her life, and while most of her life was spent with her nose in the air, fear had found a home, too. One small piece of wood, and everything that she knew could come crashing down faster than one could sneeze.

She hadn’t breathed until the woman was gone, cracking through the air like a whip. Eve looked around with wild eyes, willing someone to come to her aid. But no one very much cared for the pathetic tears of a pretty girl. Power was hard won, and even harder kept.

the end

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leonxra​:

Her grin grew impossibly large, looking more snake-like than human at this point. The fear in the other’s eyes was just delicious. “I see you for exactly what you are.” Leo stepped closer to the other, speaking barely above a whisper. “You want to play saviour and have power over others, but you don’t. You wish you did. But the truth, is you are more insignificant than these ashes.” Her gaze dropped to what was left of the flyer in the ground before looking straight into the muggle’s eyes again. “And as for burning… try me. We’ll see who burns first.”

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“You’re nothing but a freak.” Eve spat the word with all of the fury of a martyr. As if even speaking up right now qualified her for stories to be shared centuries later. That was the problem with believing in one’s own importance: it led to nothing more than fictional daydreams and whims. Eve could never accept living a normal, average life. It would have crushed her. Denial was far more charming. Especially for her needs. “A crime against nature. You shouldn’t even exist at all, and that’s why, in the end, you’ll lose. The Almighty watches over us. Me. I’m not afraid of murderous sinners.”

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leonxra​:

Leo smiled – no, grinned – and finally took the time to look at the flyer. “Anti-Magic Coalition. How very thoughtful of you.” A touch to the paper, a little bit of concentration, and it was suddenly on fire. A simple trick, but she found that wandless, nonverbal magic, even when limited, tended to scare muggles a lot more. Leonora’s gaze turned coy as she eyed the girl once more, as if she hadn’t just set literal fire to her propaganda. “But you see, I’m afraid your brave efforts might be lost on me.”

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“You’re a witch,” Eve stated, breathless. The words not as loud as she wanted them to be, so she spoke again. “You’re a witch!” This time they were shouted, drawing attention from people nearby who were more intent on keeping their head down and minding their own business than investigating. Eve knew the truth. They would go to hell for their inaction. “You’re right, there’s no saving you. You’ve already danced with the devil. I hope you burn just like that paper.”

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leonxra​:

WHEN: April 1st, 1981

WHERE: A street of London, UK

WHO: Leonora & @evesgospel

It should have, by all means, been an ordinary day. Leonora had left the Ministry at the usual time, and was now making her routinely walk toward Knockturn Alley. If anything seemed to be out of the ordinary, it was the quiet streets – the usual hustle and bustle of London now reduced to hushed whispers as wixen and muggles alike hid inside their homes, still shaken by the recent weather events.

But because there were no longer any ordinary days left, she was only halfway through her walk when a flyer was aggressively pushed in front of her. Leo had been aware of a sharp, almost silvery voice in the background, but she had chosen to tune it out until the flyer forced her to acknowledge the muggle’s presence. She raised her eyes, fighting the annoyed expression that wanted to settle in her face. “Honey, when someone ignores you, that usually means they don’t care for your flyer.”

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“If you’re ignoring me, that means you’re ignoring God himself,” Eve replied self-righteously. She so easily equated herself to God that it was no wonder she wasn’t floating up into the sky, or being christened with Sainthood. Instead, she was continuing to push her belief on others, all under the guise of helping the community by attempting to sign people up for missions work. “I’m just trying to save your soul.”

Eve was under the impression that while all souls should try to be saved, she’d be happy being the only person allowed through the pearly gates.

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purkissmyass​:

Doris did her best to stay in control. Although almost always upbeat and generally agreeable, whenever she did get rattled, she tended to get more emotional than she would like. She could remember crying getting into simple argument with her sisters and a part of her felt like that’s what might happen now. 

“You don’t know that,” she said, her voice shaky, the unmistakable noise of those who were warding off tears. Doris didn’t even do confrontational. She was the one who would try to reason before getting argumentative with anyone. “All these years of being kept hidden and no one has tried to hurt you, have they?” she asked. She could feel herself getting stressed. “In fact, the reasons magical people had to go into hiding was because people kept hunting them.” 

Doris felt like electricity moved through her. She could have sworn there were sparks that came from her fingers. “You know, I was trying to be nice, but better you remain lost.” She spat those words, feeling something like a zap as the last syllable left her and then in an instant she realized the other girl was covered in warts. A picture of effortlessly pristine suddenly pockmarked. 

“Oh no,” she whispered, more to herself. She looked down at her hands. Doris didn’t even have her wand on her. “I have to go.”

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Eve, due to her incapability of paying attention to a single word that anyone ever told her, hadn’t been listening at all to her tour guide. Especially not when it came to her opinion, which was clearly wrong and would always be wrong. But maybe she should’ve. Maybe then she would’ve understood why, in a matter of seconds, her flawless skin, lacking any textural problems or scars, was now covered in an appalling amount of warts.

How could she tell? How could any self-absorbed person know anything. Eve was practically always looking at her reflection, and even now, with the warped image of her in the storefront, she understood that this was different. That now she had actual proof that wixen were just as horrible and despicable as she always knew them to be.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?” Eve shrieked, passerby's stopping to look at the scene be caused. But the culprit was already disappearing into the crowd, as though she had never been there in the first place. “JESUS DOESN’T LOVE YOU!”

Though, with her face at the present moment, no one, not even her mother, would think very fondly of her.

the end

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purkissmyass​:

Doris stared at the girl at this revelation. “Hang on, you can’t honestly believe that?” she said. It was too ridiculous and too insane. Doris herself subscribed to some insane and possibly outlandish points-of-view but nothing quite like this. “No one is running around killing anyone or making you their slaves. Why would you even believe something like that?”

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“Why wouldn’t I?” Eve’s best defense was always, and she meant always, acting ignorant. “No one has given us any reason to trust them. Especially not since everything has been kept a secret for so long. I meant really.” She was cruel in that regard. And she enjoyed it, truth be told.

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purkissmyass​:

Doris almost didn’t even register what she said. She looked at the girl for a moment, before echoing back her last words to her, “Threaten your way of life?” Surely she had misunderstood something. Or maybe she was talking about something else.

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“Uh, yeah, haven’t you heard?” While this woman was nice in assisting her, clearly she was a little out of her mind if she wasn’t as terrified as the rest of humanity. Either that, or she really didn’t pay attention to the news. “We’ve got magical people running around killing us all and making us their slaves.”

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purkissmyass​:

“Oh,” said Doris surprised. She wondered briefly if this woman was a witch, but reminded herself that couldn’t be the case otherwise she wouldn’t be stuck where she was. “What brings you all the way out here?”

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She raised her chin in a self-important manner. The kind of action that immediately turned many people off from her. No one who came from a family like hers really had any right to assume that they were better than anyone else, but Eve long ignored that line of thinking. “I’m here spreading the good word, and helping to organize. You know, against people who are trying to threaten our way of life.”

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purkissmyass​:

“Eve,” she repeated and nodded. Doris stood up, waiting for Eve to follow suit. “Where are you from?” she asked casually. “I mean, if you’re staying in a hotel, you’re not from around here, are you?” Doris had no idea which way north was and simply picked a direction begin moving in. She gave her a sympathetic look. “It’s one of those smells that takes some getting used to. And even then it never really turns into something you can completely ignore,” she agreed.

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There were two options here. She could lie. Or, she could tell the truth. Eve didn’t want to do either. She was embarrassed about being from Ballycastle, but she was well aware of the fact that if she was questioned about living somewhere else, she’d not have a single piece of information to offer. That was the harm of never leaving one’s own town. The world was too big sometimes.

“Ballycastle.” Reluctantly, honesty won out. There wasn’t much Northern Irish accent to speak of, not when Eve had worked hard to fit in the best she could. “A bit far from home.” And she wished she were further.

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purkissmyass​:

“Well, then, I think in situations likes these we could just start having a look around. Maybe wander a bit,” said Doris brightly. “Maybe we’ll find where you’re supposed to be or some of the people you’re meant to be with if you’re meeting up with others. It’ll be alright. Promise. I’m Doris, by the way.”

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She wanted to whine more. To stomp her feet and throw the world’s largest hissy fit. Eve was not mature, nor composed. At every second of the day, she was just one remark away from pushing off the ledge of insanity and turning into something far more monstrous than anyone might ever assume. There was the thirst for power, and the hatred of embarrassment, and the very idea that perhaps some divine being above could choose her to work through.

“Eve. It’s nice to meet you, Doris.” Except it wasn’t, because Eve didn’t much give a damn about anyone other than herself. This was pretend. It was all pretend. “Maybe it was towards the North? I think we took the tube, but I hate the tube because it just, it smells so horribly, you know? I prefer taxis.”

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purkissmyass​:

Doris blinked at the girl. She hadn’t been expecting so dramatic a reaction, at least not from a stranger whose name she didn’t even know. However, Doris had asked the question and she supposed some people were very receptive regardless. “Oh, well, where are you meant to be going?” she asked kindly when she had finished. “I don’t have a lot of money or anything, but we could probably figure something out.” Which was to say, Doris didn’t have too much muggle money on her, but she could at least navigate the muggle world when needed. 

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“It’s, well, it’s the one with the—” Horrible. This was horrible. Get it together, Eve. All of her time at practicing being her own person, and even now, with the easiest question possible in front of her, she was failing. How pathetic and deranged. The sort of task that even her dimwitted sisters could conjure up. Eve wanted to spit on the ground, or in someone’s eye. Anything rather than take responsibility for her own ineptitude.

“I don’t really know. I wasn’t in charge of the hotel. I was just supposed to show up, hand things out, make pretty smiles at people, and leave the rest to everyone else.” People trusted a symmetrical face. And Eve had taken enough measurements of her own to know she fit into that category.

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purkissmyass​:

Despite growing up in a muggle household and as a muggle for the first several years of her life, Doris suddenly found it much harder to travel with her magic suffering. She had come to rely on Side-Along through the iFlown, but didn’t like side apparition that much. However, she had come to London for another visit to St. Mungo’s and while she was in the area, had decided to simply frequent some of her favorite shops in the area. 

She was quickly distracted by a girl on a bench, though. Taking a seat beside her. She felt harmless enough. “Are you already?” she asked her. “You look very distressed.”

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“Oh, everything is horrible!” Eve screeched out without a single moment’s hesitation. Someone else, someone who had been properly chastised for their behavior, might have at least waited to see if the stranger would want to be a part of the display. But everything Eve did was big, and ridiculous, and horribly loud. “I just want to go home—” Though in this case, the word home was being used very liberally, as she would’ve preferred never seeing Ballycastle again.

“I’ve run out of money. The person I was here with left me, and if I don’t ring my parents soon they’ll think I’m dead in the ditch, or a convert.” Pregnant was an option, too, but Eve would never let that sort of mistake happen. No. It’d be rectified quickly and thoroughly.

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when: january 26th, 1981 where: trafalgar square who: open

Let’s just say, Eve hadn’t been experiencing the best of blessings that day. Not as she was doing her best to spend more and more time in the city, eager to cut ties with a small town that had little left to offer her. She wanted something bigger. Something grander. Like a palace. Or, at the moment, a ride to her hotel. Did she feel pathetic, standing there in Trafalgar Square with nothing but a purse that only had lip gloss and a tenner in it? Yes. Yes, she did. 

And luckily for Eve, she was even better at playing the victim card than she was acting like a full, unadulterated bitch. “A prayer isn’t going to fix this.” She stomped down a foot, trying to figure out a convincing lie that would endear her to any stranger that might help. That she was lost. Here for Uni, and turned around by the sudden crowd. Helpless. Demure. In desperate need of assistance. 

She sat unhappily on the nearest bench, both of her hands tucked up underneath her chin. For the first time in living memory, Eve almost looked human.

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lorcxn​:

“Interested in watching you portray the deliverer of our Savior— I do think I’d like to see that, yes.” He smiled. Eve really was a very interesting piece of work, the way she moved and presented herself, much different than each of her sisters. Though he supposed most families needed at least one sociopath. Of course there was the chance that he was totally wrong, only time would tell.

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“The 20th of December. Ballycastle Community Church. We’re putting on two shows. One at 6 and the other at 8.” If he could find his way here now, he shouldn’t have any issue the day of. 

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niamhoconner​:

“Of course!” Niamh said, moving hurriedly to her sisters aide. “You nervous, Evie?” She asked curiously as she pinned the wig in place. Though she weren’t sure why, Evie’s natural hair would have done just fine. “Most important part of the play in front of all those people.” Niamh knew the answer of course. Evie never got nervous, especially when people were looking at her. Niamh dreamed to be in that kind of spotlight.

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“Nervous?” Eve laughed, and when she did it was high-pitched, almost deafening. There was no choir sounding out at the sound. Merely animals running as far away from Ballycastle as they could manage. “I’ve never been nervous a day in my life. I’m going to be brilliant.” Everyone else? That was much less of a certainty.

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lorcxn​:

“Enough to know that you’re a natural Mary.” He smiled at her, full to the brim of shit. “When’s the show?”

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Eve kept looking at him under the guise of suspicion, though it was softened now by the compliment. Nothing made her more pliable than the promise of being looked at as though she were the best. Because she was. Extraordinary. Beyond attractive. The pinnacle of human existence. “A few days from now. Are you interested?” Less about the play, and more about her. Eve wanted everyone interested in her.