evie was still groggy. Her memories were coming back slowly, crashing over her in a whirlwind. She recalled the gentle hours passed with Mal in her hideout - her vow to remain on the Isle if that was Mal’s intention. Evie had established herself at Auradon, her business was flourishing - and yet, she would give it all up in a second. For all her mother taught her of her love, Evie did not know it would be so CONSUMING, possessing her heart and giving her no pause in sacrifice. Evie resigned herself to laying back against the pillows. She could not look at her jacket once she glance the blood that stained the fabric. She had come so close, too close - and it was still surreal.
Evie did smile, then, with her girlfriend’s sweet insistence. She longed to touch her, to be certain that Mal was THERE with her, and not back on the Isle. She was suddenly very aware of how dry her throat was. She wondered how much time had passed since they had returned from the Isle. ❛ Water would be nice, if you don’t mind. ❜ Evie said, her voice a scarce whisper. She could not bring herself to look at her wound, nor could she FATHOM the idea of a scar lingering on porcelain flesh.
Her hands trembled slightly. A grasp on her lungs was tight - her mother’s. She was to be careful, not a scratch, not a mark, to brand her skin and leave her undesirable for a marriage. Evie had come so far in regards to his mother and her lessons, but her words were imbued into her. A sudden wave of nausea hit her. She would be damaged for what remained of her life. Evie struggled to compose herself, knowing well that Mal would detect the shift of emotion displayed on her face. She took a deep breath - it hurts, it HURTS - and turned to face her girlfriend, again. ❛ Is it - bad?❜
still processing all of the events , causing little ticks . slight shaking of fingers and faking of smiles ; had to be strong for the girl beside her . the girl that was willing to stay in the place she so hated just to be by her side , the girl that was so clearly suited to auradon , yet would part with it in a heartbeat in support . still puzzled her , the affection and love of others presented to someone as undeserving as herself. didn’t deserve ben , certainly didn’t deserve evie - or their pursuit to help her . to adapt . ( the latter repeatedly showcased by the girl beside her . ) smile placed upon pale features , standing up and grabbing the cup by evie’s bed as she did so . “ water it is . “ steps into the room adjacent , turning on faucet and waiting as glass fills . ( the pool of it makes her recount the pool of blood at her girlfriend’s side . she looks away until it overflows . ) spilling some out into the sink before turning her back , returning to her girlfriend’s side .
“ don’t drink it all at once . “ tender voice accompanied by almost genuine smile , hand extended out with cup in hand . patient and waiting . “ wouldn’t want to rip the stitches . “ fondness conveyed in the warning , bearing more resemblance to a reminder . this wasn’t the isle . evie could heal properly . eyes meeting evie’s and then taking a breath . didn’t know how to answer such a question honestly - knew how careful evie was of herself . what her mother had instilled in her - beauty above all else . ( while her mother engrained evil above all else - they all have scars . ) “ e - “ pause , correct words escaping her . delicate phrasing .
“ it’ll scar . “ honesty prevalent , although said gently . slowly . allowing time to process. “ it’ll scar where they did the surgery . “ needed surgery - two bombs dropped in one . ( almost died . ) “ but it’ll be a battle scar . you know , from the time we kicked uma’s ass . “ an attempt at drawing out a smile , although suspects it’ll be a poor one . leaning closer to ensure no one heard the following words but them . “ and i think - it’ll make even more beautiful . you survived ! “ voice is leant to happy lilt at the end of the sentence , truly relieved .
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