the age of innocence

God should have made girls lethal when he made monsters of men. My name is Evelyn Michelle Dayne. You may call me Evie, if you wish to call me anything at all. I can't promise I'll reply. Sister of George, Mason, and Charlie. Friend of no one. Bartender at the Saddled Centaur. Lost girl. Failure. Traitor. Once you lose yourself you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.

[caintheman]

Perfect. Just perfect.

[caintheman]

Ms. Weasley has seemingly disappeared…

[evie-dayne]

Bloody hell. That bitch.

[caintheman]

Perfect. Just perfect.

[caintheman]

I don’t know why I even bother with anyone half of the time.

[evie-dayne]

What crawled up your arse, Cain?

[caintheman]

Perfect. Just perfect.

[caintheman]

[evie-dayne]

[caintheman]

Perfect. Just perfect.

[caintheman]

And you’re here? Well, isn’t this quite the most amazing day!

[evie-dayne]

Yes, I'd imagine my presence has made your day about as bright and sunny as the necessity of your presence in my day has made my day.

[caintheman]

Perfect. Just perfect.

[evie-dayne]

What's happened now?

[mason-dayne-blog]

Well, it's been a long day.

[mason-dayne-blog]

Easier said than done, sis.

[evie-dayne]

I know that. But this is either going to end with a baby, or with no baby, and either way everything is going to be different, so we're going to have to adjust.

[mason-dayne-blog]

Well, it's been a long day.

[mason-dayne-blog]

But obviously something’s different. And it’s not something I can just forget about. *He ran a hand through his hair* I’m always worried about you, though. It’s like my job as your brother.

[evie-dayne]

And I'm always worried about you. But this is something that's probably not going to go away. So we have to deal with it and move past it.

[mason-dayne-blog]

Well, it's been a long day.

[mason-dayne-blog]

*Mason sighed and put the drink down* You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ve been an arse to you ever since you told me, and you don’t deserve that. I just…I don’t know how I’m supposed to act around you right now. I feel like there are so many things I need to do for you right now. I feel like you need protection, like I need to make sure you realize how big of a deal this is, and that I still need to find some way to try and joke around. 

[evie-dayne]

Could you just act like normal, maybe? We can pretend that nothing is any different. [She sighed.] I know how big of a deal this is, Mase. You don't need to worry about me.

[mason-dayne-blog]

Well, it's been a long day.

[mason-dayne-blog]

Hey, just because you can’t drink doesn’t mean I should be punished too! *He glanced at his drink before looking back at Evie* You’re not going to pour this one on me like last time, right?

[evie-dayne]

No, jackass. [She sighed and rolled her eyes.] Keep the drink. At least stop fucking punishing me for this and enjoying it, because I'm already punishing myself enough and I don't need you to add to it.

[mason-dayne-blog]

Well, it's been a long day.

[evie-dayne]

Gimme that. If I can't have alcohol then you can't have it around me either.

[evie-dayne]

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[little-miss-woodx]

W-Well pardon me f-for saying this, but your b-brother is quite rude for saying such things to you. H-He has no right to say anything such as that.

[evie-dayne]

No, he doesn't. Hence why he got the champagne poured on him. He didn't see it that way though.

[evie-dayne]

Look who it is.

[maisieharlowe-blog]

Mason! There’s no need to be rude! *She gasped as champagne was poured over mason’s head. Maisie stepped back so the drink didn’t splash onto her* Ev…

[mason-dayne-blog]

I’m not being rude! I’m telling the tru- *Mason gasped as Evie dumped her drink on him. His eyes stared at her in complete shock* What. The. Fucking. Hell. Evie?! *He shook his head, trying to get some of the drink out of his hair so it would stop dripping on his face* I don’t fucking care why you had the alcohol! There was no god damn reason to poor that fucking drink on me!

[evie-dayne]

He deserved it, Maisie. [She glanced at her friend, then back at her brother.] You're trying to punish me for this? You don't think it's punishment enough in and of itself? You don't think I'm punishing myself? This isn't about you Mason. It's my life to ruin, again.

[evie-dayne]

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[little-miss-woodx]

O-Oh goodness… W-Why would you do that? D-Did he deserve it?

[evie-dayne]

He was punishing me for getting pregnant, and taking away all my alcohol. I wasn't drinking it. I'm not that stupid. I was just trying to prove something. He told me he was punishing me for getting pregnant, and so I dumped the glass on his head.

[evie-dayne]

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[little-miss-woodx]

Wh-What is wrong?

[evie-dayne]

I just dumped champagne on my brother.

[evie-dayne]

......

[little-miss-woodx]

I-is everything alright, miss?

[evie-dayne]

Not really, but thanks for asking.

[evie-dayne]

......

[evie-dayne]

Look who it is.

[maisieharlowe-blog]

I mean…Ev, alcohol is bad for the baby, but…*she turned to look at Mason* Um…

[mason-dayne-blog]

I know she can, and do you notice how she sides with me? So what if I get some sort of enjoyment by the fact that you can’t drink, it’s part of your punishment for getting knocked up. Sorry, but it’s true. Just put the glass down!

[evie-dayne]

You know what? Fine, Mase. I'll get rid of the drink. [She stood up and emptied the drink over her brother's head.] Go screw yourself. And the both of you have to know that I know the alcohol is bad. I'm just trying to prove to myself that I can be around it and not drink it. The glass was full, in case you couldn't tell when it's all over your head.