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Lily Abigail Evans Twenty-Three // Immune “Some women are lost in the fire, some women are built from it."

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Someone once said: You only get bored if you are boring.

Bullshit. 

James was definitely not a boring person and yet, he found himself incredibly bored. But he supposed that living underground and having nothing to do could make even the most interesting people feel a bit…Meh. And that just made it even more of a challenge for him to try and do something to entertain himself.

So far, he had tried doing handstands which had worked for a little while. Until he fell down and almost kicked someone in the face. He had tried reading one of the battered books kept in the library but he simply couldn’t focus on them for more than a couple of sentences, his mind to restless to try such a passive activity.  He tried to clean up and that had been fun…But there was nothing else left to clean up. And now, he was playing with his hacky sack, which was providing enough entertainment until he threw it to hard and ended up hitting someone in the face.

“Oh shi—” He quickly walked closer to the other person, trying his best to hold back his laugher. “Sorry about that…Are you okay?”

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Lily was on her way to lunch after her shift ended. She had to stay there last night after the last newcomers entered the facilities. They were arriving late, perhaps because of the bad weather. She needed to stay there longer even though it’s her day off. There were not many volunteers left on the Quarantine due to the fact that the possibility of getting exposed by the virus was increased in the area. Yet, she still doesn’t care much about it. Her reason was never changed. She’s there to help. It doesn’t matter if they’re infected or not.

She sighed as she arrived in the less crowded corridor and found herself glancing around. Her lack of sleep after a whole night stay in the clinic doesn’t really help her to think straight. She vowed to get back to her room in order to give herself a few hours of refreshing nap, but of course after she had her lunch. She rubbed her eyes as she suppressed a yawn as she walk through the corridor.

Lily let out a cry the moment something hit her face. It didn’t hurt much, but still; it had startled her. Her head snapped into the direction of the voice. For a moment, she studied his face. She’s positive that she never met him before. Yet, he manages to irritate her during their first meeting. She sighed before bend down to grab the sack.

                                                   “--No. Not really.”

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      They shrugged at her apology, a half-smile pulling at the corner of       their mouth; the universal gesture for it’s fine, I don’t mind. Her reaction       was better than most. Some people ignored them; some talked about       them like just because they didn’t speak, they couldn’t hear either. Some       immediately pried, wanting to know why, what was wrong, how long had       they been like this – to those people, Regulus liked to stick their tongue       out. Even mostly healed, it was a grotesque sight, and more information       than anyone actually wanted.

      But the redhead – Lily – seemed harmless enough. Helpful, even, or at       least trying to be. They took the paper from her and held up their own       pencil. No use wasting ink, not when pens were a precious commodity       used for things more important than casual conversation. Not when a       pencil lasted four times as long if you wrote lightly enough, and sign       language – which they doubted Lily knew – didn’t waste anything but       energy. 

      thank you, they wrote, still small, along the edge of one page, but a little       more carefully than they usually would have, actually taking out the time       to write out each word. it’s not so bad, you don’t have to feel guilty.       i’m pretty used to it.

      The last part was a lie. But it was a harmless one. No use making anyone       feel sorry for them, not when there was nothing to be done about it. In       another world, maybe there would have been the resources for something       useful like a speech synthesizing software. Regulus could have been the       next Stephen Hawking. But some things mattered more, now, and some       dreams were gone long before Regulus even had them. 

      did you need something?

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Lily could hardly tell if she had expected the way they act. It will be a bummer if she messed this up. For once, she’s afraid that they might be upset by what she said; while the last thing she wanted to happen was to offend them. But, she could feel herself filled with relief at their gestures. They showed her that they don’t mind. She couldn’t help but smile as they accepts her offer. It’s a sign that Regulus had accepted her gesture-- her effort to fix it.

She nodded at their writings and flashes them another smile. There’s something with this person that piqued her the most. Lived in this shelter was too much for someone to bear; moreover, to live their life through such a thing. She couldn’t help but wonder about what happened to them, but there’s no way for her to ask such a question during their first meeting.

The redhead frowned while trying her best to recall her real reason to be here. Does she need anything? 

                                                                                       Does she really need anything?

                            “--No, not really. I think I was lost and I found this room.”

She chuckled before hesitantly waved to the chair nearby, letting them know that she intended to stay-- if they let her. 

I wonder if I should leave.. if you needed a time on your own. I don’t mind.. really. Those words hung on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t seem to bring herself to say it. 

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Sirius smiled softly, adjusting their sitting arrangement so they could face the other in the room; letting it know that she was acknowledged and that they were being respectful by making eye contact. Manners made impressions. 

Despite already dog-earring the page, Sirius kept a finger inside the book before closing it. In their current state, Sirius felt possessive of the objects they held, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to hold onto belongings like they were holding onto dear life. 

“Do you want to know what it’s about?” Sirius asked, holding the book out despite being possessive of it. “It’s actually pretty easy in the beginning, but once you get into the guy’s mind it starts to warp a bit.”

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The redhead observed them rather carefully. By the fact that they faced her, proving that they had acknowledged her presence there. Living here only for a while, makes her more aware about pairs of watching eyes, which emitted by lot of excessive curiosity. She herself prefer this kind of interaction-- conversation. Somehow, it makes her feel more accepted. Returning the favor, Lily smiled back. 

                                                               “--Actually, yes.”

She offered them a chuckle, before eyeing the book on their hand. One thing that she learned from them is the way they hold it in their hand, confirm their claim to such possession. Almost like their whole live clung in it. She can’t blame them for acting that way. After all, having something personal almost impossible to happen here; where everything belongs to everyone.

                “--Friendly reminder that it might take a while. So, please.. Bear with me.”

[remuslupiny]

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booremus:

harry potter aesthetic: lily evans

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The Go Getter | Caradoc + Open

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Caradoc couldn’t help but smile at her question. He remembered what it was like to be new to the Underground, to not know any of the names and faces. He wasn’t surprised that she didn’t remember his name but was glad that she seemed to know his face.

“That’s alright,” he told her. “There’s a lot of names to learn and remember. I’m Caradoc.” He watched her as she took in the sight of the clinic, decorated with what few medical books and charts he could find around the place, one or two that he’d brought with him. It wasn’t anything like the office he’d once thought he would have but it was better than nothing. He waited for her to come back to the conversation at hand, reaching out to take the piece of paper from her when she did.

“Mr Wells. Right. I was giving him codeine and paracemtamol. Just give me a minute.” He pushed himself out of his chair and went behind the makeshift counter, that he had pulled together with some wood and an old desk, to where he kept the boxes of medications that Protectors had previously brought back from their journeys to the surface. He hadn’t been training to become a pharmacist but he knew the drugs and their active ingredients, which allowed him to prescribe them and dispense them. It wasn’t an ideal situation but it was working so far.

He dug around for a moment in one of the boxes he’d labelled “paracetamol-based” until he pulled out a small box. He opened it and checked that the pills were the ones he was looking for before turning to Lily at the bookshelf.

“These are for Mr Wells,” Caradoc informed her, offering the box. “He only needs one tablet in the morning and one at night, so that box should last him a week. After that I’ll come and see how he’s doing. Then we can decide if he needs to keep taking it.”

He followed her gaze to the bookshelf, and then gestured at the collection. “Feel free to borrow one if you like.”

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Lily offered him another smile as he introduced himself. She’s studying his face-- his smile-- trying to remember as many as she could about this very man. By that she’s glad to meet someone friendly yet approachable.

                       “--It’s nice to meet you, Caradoc.”

She nodded at his request and watch him disappear behind the counter. Her eyes for once glance around the room and her hand rose to touch a line of books that rest on the shelf. She took a breath and a smile clung on her lips. The air filled with its distinctive scent-- a complex mixture of odorous volatiles -- which familiar enough for her.

Lily was about to reach for a book and pulled it out from its shelf, while sensing someone’s presence on her back. She turned around and found herself jumping backward and let out a cry. Her eyes widened slightly, only to realize that it’s Caradoc who’s stand behind her.

                                      “--I’m sorry. It-- it’s just.. I’m sorry.”

She waved at him rather dismissively, unable to hold herself from burst into a laugh. Her lips curved into another smile before she reached for the box.

“Right. A week and you’ll come to check on him. I’ll tell Nurse Nora about that and make sure he’ll take the medicine. Thank you.”

At his words, she frowned as she began to eyed for the shelf. It’s not like she doesn’t want to accept that, but he’s seems to entrust her something that belongs to him-- his possession-- to someone that he just met. She knows how much someone can grow attached to their belongings, as much as she did. 

                                                     “--Really? I-- are you sure? I can borrow it?”

[asriels]

modern au marauders era: lily evans

“Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.”

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It wasn’t that Sirius was illiterate in any means of the word. They read a few books here and there but Sirius enjoyed the hands-on life and making their own stories in the world. It wasn’t unlikely that Sirius would be out and about getting into trouble of their own. They were basically making their own bildungsroman and they were certain it would be entertaining enough for the public. Perhaps they’ll make it a required read in the schools. 

Looking up, Sirius smiled at the only one who seemed to reply to their statement. Of course there were others who came down to read, but it was unlikely that someone would’ve actually replied to their little outbursts. While people should stay quiet in the “library,” Sirius found the silence was too much to bear and had to break the barrier ever so often. People tried to read at a different time if they saw Sirius down there. 

“Yeah, it’s still a good read.” Sirius explained before dog tagging the book’s page. “I get the exposition, the book is mostly this one guy’s thoughts on everything so he can get really detailed and I won’t understand the bigger fancy words but when he’s explaining exposition it’s bearable.” They chuckled.

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Shifted from the images of Alaska that floats in her mind, she sighed. Until we meet again, is what she said. Her fingers trailed on the yellowed molded pages which still offers a specific texture and scent of old books. This is her kind of thing. She breathed her farewell as she closed the book on her lap. 

She brought her attention to the person nearby. She had seen them here before, but somehow can’t bring herself to talk to them in the first place. Books were still her sole priorities when she comes to this place. But sometimes, rules were meant to be broken-- or bend. Then again, there’s always an exception.

Lily couldn’t help but smile at their answer. Her eyes scanned for the other occupant of the room, which still have their nose buried in the books on their hand. Lily moved a little from where she was and placed herself next to them.

              “--Indeed. What that book can offer sounds interesting.” 

She whispered, slightly not wanting to draw any attention toward them. 

                                    “--But, my French is slightly less than bearable.”

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      They always hated this part. The part where people expected them to       talk. It was so much easier when people already knew, because then       they didn’t have to explain, didn’t have to disappoint. There was no       expectation for them to talk, so the fact that they couldn’t – wouldn’t –       wasn’t a problem. With strangers, with anyone who didn’t know, it was        different.

      Shaking her hand when she offered it was the easy part. So was flashing       her a smile in return to the one that graced her face. All teeth, their smile       now, teeth lined up like a protective barrier hiding the rest of their mouth.       But the silence would last a moment too long, just longer than appropriate,       it always did, and they would be faced with the reality of the situation       once more.

      They carried a piece of paper around just for this kind of thing. For       expediency, or whatever. And they hated it, they really did, but it was       easier than sitting there like an idiot trying to figure out how to introduce       themself while she stared at them like they were stupid or something.       So they dug their hand into their pocket, taking a second to find it, and       then held it out for her to read.

      i’m regulus. i’m mute.

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Being the newcomers, she’s still trying to get used to all of this self introduction thing. But, she can’t decide which of these parts that she found bearable the most; whether it was when she introduce herself or waiting for how they will react. It’s always nice if she gets to know someone in this community. It makes her feel less lonely and being accepted into these foreign yet new place.

Lily could feel herself sighs the moment they took her hand-- accept it. It’s almost like she accomplished something. She waited for their part to say his name-- at least anything. But, nothing comes from them. For a second, it had occurred in her mind. She wonders about the real reason why they still maintain their silence despite her greeting.·

Then, she watches them pulled out a piece of paper and held it out to her view. Her lips shaped like an·‘O’ as she read what’s written there. She couldn’t help but feel bad for being insensitive toward their condition. She wouldn’t ask any further, she doesn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable around her. It took her a while before finally break another silence between them.

               “--I’m sorry, Regulus. I have no idea.”

She ran her tongue on her lips while her eyes scanned through the room. She found a stack of paper scattered not far from them. Lily reached for them and grab for a pen in her pocket. She handed them to Regulus in a hesitant manner.

                “--I reckon this will make things less.. complicated?”

Of course, she won’t push her luck. It wasn’t a surprise if they won’t accept any of these. It’s for her to blame. Maybe she hadn’t started this right.

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I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones It keeps my veins hot, the fires found a home in me I move through town, I’m quiet like a fire And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie it

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      They’d seen her around before. The Facility wasn’t big enough that anyone       was a complete stranger, after all, and faces started to feel familiar after       you passed them in the hallway without incident two or three times. But       Regulus was fairly certain they had never actually interacted with the       redhead who seemed to be staring at them from the doorway. They        certainly didn’t know her name, though some memory told them there was       a chance she worked in quarantine, that maybe they’d caught a glimpse       of her in that first, barely-remembered month of their time Underground. 

      Quarantine, in their memory, was a blur of pain and a reconciliation of        the warped sense of cognitive dissonance that had occupied them in        the fallout of leaving the Death Eaters. It wasn’t so much an isolation to       make sure they didn’t have the Virus as it was an isolation to make sure       they were safe to be around, and an allotment of time to figure out       what life was, now that everything had changed: how to communicate,       how to eat, how the cuts, scabs, and scars felt, newly-healing, in their       mouth.

      They didn’t remember much from it. But they thought they probably        would have remembered her. Her distinct red hair, the wary look in       her eyes..

      They nodded at her greeting, giving her a half wave and trying to not to       look too unwelcoming. They seemed to be in the rather unhelpful habit       of scaring people off, lately.

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Their face indeed familiar to her. Lily was convinced that she had seen them somewhere else before today, yet they never actually interact with one another. There’s even a chance that they had met when they were in the quarantine. Honestly, there were not many things she can remember during her time at the quarantine. Aside from examinations, painful shots, and any kind of tests they run before she can be stated as cleared and manage to blend to the community; there’s nothing come up in her mind.

At their gestures, she offered them a nod before she gets inside. Noting the absence of anyone beside them, only makes her anxious. The girl couldn’t help but wonder whether her presence were expected. She doesn’t want to be considered as rude or insensitive for trespassing through someone’s space. After all, it’s their first meeting-- or their first formal meeting, if it’s not really their first.

                          “--I’m Lily.”

She broke the silence while she stretched out her hand for them rather hesitantly and flashes them a smile.

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“Out of all the books here, this one has to be the most interesting. I’ve read it like, six, or seven times? I’m not even sure what it’s about to be honest. My French is a bit rusty.” Sirius had pulled out a bent card that they were using as a bookmark, studying the words in-depth as they tried to comprehend what they were reading. The book they were reading was titled 99 Francs and was very battered, with pages falling out. Sirius treated it like a small infant, but even then they didn’t really know how to hold it properly in this state. “I only really know the gist of this story but shit is it interesting.”

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There’s something that fascinates her when it comes to books. During her time before she joined the Undergrounder, books were like her consolation that no one can offer. It was reading that helped her to get through. In her words, reading is when she can forget about what the real world might bring-- almost like a sweet escape-- and let herself immersed ing the story that was offered only by words through the pages.

Lily was in the middle of finishing Into The Wild when she heard someone’s talking. See, this always happen when she was reading. She can’t seem to recall that she’s not alone. It’s tempting enough for her to ignore them. But then, she spotted with the book on their hand. There’s a doubt in her mind, whether those words were meant for her to respond or they were just in need of voiced their mind.

               “--You say that your French is a bit rusty and yet you can tell that the book is interesting?”

There’s hints of a smile and amusement in her tone.

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The Go Getter | Caradoc + Open

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Caradoc turned to look at the girl in surprise. Her face was immediately familiar, the red hair shaping her cheeks, but he couldn’t place her name. Lauren? Lisa? No – Lily. He remembered her from when he’d been helping in quarantine, had been glad to see that she was healthy and able to join the larger community. It was always hard when someone got sick in quarantine and the more he could help people during their month long lock up, the better he felt. It hadn’t been that long since he’d left quarantine after all and he remembered how difficult it had been, how crazy he’d gone during the process.

“Lily, of course.” Caradoc offered her a warm smile. “I didn’t see you there. Come in.”

She seemed reluctant, maybe due to his own comment or perhaps due to something of her own. He wouldn’t ask; didn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable. He wondered if she’d been assigned to working at the quarantine area, or had volunteered like him.

“I’m happy to help,” he added, when she’d revealed her reason for being here. Caradoc might have had the day off but that didn’t mean people were going to stop getting sick, or stop needing their meds.

“Do you know what he’s taking?” He didn’t know the names of everyone down in quarantine, or their medication. It was hard enough to keep track of the people that he was helping in the facility, let alone the ones waiting to come in.

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Lily did wait for his reaction. Her fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt and smoothed a part of her arm before clasping her hands together. She had no idea about what to expect. But, it didn’t took long for her to wait.

                       “--You remember my name?”

She had no idea where does that question comes from. She happens to blurted it out loud. It’s the way her name roll on his tongue rather fluently, that makes her feel better at the slightest. She was about to open her lips, returning the favor. But then a streak of faint reddish hue appears on her cheek. She had just realized that she doesn’t know his name.

                                      “--I’m sorry. But, I can’t seem to recall yours.”

She offered him a rather sheepish smile as she gets inside. Her eyes lit with a hint of excitement as a set of various charts of Human Organs hang on the wall and fully organized bookshelves nearby comes to her view. She cleared her throat, almost like bringing herself back to the real reason of why she was here at the first place. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it.

“--He was prescribed with a small dosage of pain relief-- the one that I used to have. I still learn about how to pronounce the name, but here are the rest of it.”

She handed him the note. She watches him before she decides to wander to the nearest bookshelf. She had hoped that he won’t mind if she take a peek or two while waiting for him. 

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      The room had been empty when they got there; quiet and calm       and removed from the crowd, the constant movement, the questions.       Ever since training had ended, there seemed to have been nothing but       questions. From other Protectors, strangers passing in the halls. There       were only so many times they could answer a question with a glare or       a frown or a shrug before it started to get tedious. 

      It wasn’t the newness of it all that made it hard. There was enough        routine, enough structure to everything that was done here that it was       simple enough to fit in. So simple, really, that Regulus almost forgot,       sometimes, what they were doing here. How they got here.

      Sometimes, they opened their mouth to answer a question before they       stopped short. 

      When the door opened, disrupting the sacred emptiness of the quiet       room, they sighed. Maybe it would be someone they didn’t have to        try to talk to. Maybe it would be someone they could ignore.

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During lunch time, the clinic was less crowded than it used to be. It was then, she got her permission to leave early; to enjoy her-- supposed to be-- day off. Her service won’t be needed. At least for now. After bidding her goodbye, she weighed in her decision to skip her lunch and explore the shelter for a bit. It hasn’t been long since she set her foot here. There are plenty areas to visit and she might learn new things-- or meet new friends-- during her scavenger hunt this afternoon.

On her way, she was greeted by plenty of faces she doesn’t know; yet, they knew her by name. No wonder how. Her red hair was a stand out feature in the crowd. People will recognize her only by it. Sometimes, she feels like she needs to dye it-- turned it darker-- in order to blend in. 

Her footsteps end in an empty corridor with a door at its end. Out of her curiosity, she took a proper glance before open the door and sets her foot in that room.

She couldn’t help but feel surprised, unaware that someone had occupied the room. She really needs to stop doing this; keep walking into someone’s personal space. Yet, she knew it’s rather impossible since there won’t be plenty empty room around with the new comers.

                                     “--I.. Hello.”

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The Go Getter | Caradoc + Open

Everyone was on edge. Caradoc might have been jittery too, if he hadn’t gone for a jog that morning to release all his pent up tension. Today was a big day, whether he wanted to think about it that way or not. The announcement of the new Protector teams was going to include his name somewhere, and that meant getting out and onto the surface again. He’d spent four months in the Underground without being able to see the surface, four months waiting and pushing himself to excel at the training. He knew that others had been training longer, had been in the Underground even longer than that, but Caradoc could only speak for himself. And he was going insane.

A part of him thought that he should have stayed on the surface. He was immune after all and it wasn’t as if the virus could affect him. He would have been able to move around freely, maybe help other survivors. As a Protector he was going to be able to do that, but it was going to be under mission orders. Caradoc had never been very good at following orders, especially of a military kind. Not to mention the possibilty of teammates that he didn’t get along with; though he’d do his best to make it work. He hadn’t made any friends yet, which was an impressive feat given how hard it was to avoid people in this place. He said hello to some folks on his morning jog, knew a few names and faces, but hadn’t spent more than an hour with anyone in the Underground.

Which was why he had been waiting alone to hear the news. Or at least, he had thought he was waiting alone. “The doctor’s office is closed,” he joked, referring to the fact that he had patched up his fair share of people since coming out of quarantine. It was probably why they’d picked him for this Protector stuff. “It’s my day off.”

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                      “--Lily, do me a favor.”

The redhead blinked slightly before look away from the chart in her hand before she headed to the older woman who stood nearby. She seems rather upset this morning. No wonder why. Since the last group of the Protector was come with new people, they who work in the Quarantine Area barely got time to rest.

“--Mr. Wells need his painkiller. Can you go to the Doctor’s office and fetch me some of it with a few other medicines, dear?”

How she can ever say no to such a well addressed request? Of course, she nodded and set the chart back to the desk in the corner of the room before she headed outside. 

It’s her first week volunteering in the Quarantine and her second month at the Shelter. Before she sets her foot here, she can barely imagine how this place might look like. Perhaps, that’s what happen when someone spend their life being chased by shadow-- or death himself-- for God knows how long. All she had in mind was to survive and nothing else. Yet now, those impressions haven’t left her mind. Not for once. It’s weird. When she’s supposed to feel a lot safer, she still feel the urge to fight for her life.

She stopped in front of the place which she was referred to earlier. The door isn’t locked. She sighed before she get in and found someone there. 

             “--Oh!”

She knows that person. Not much, really. But she did remember that he’s one of the first people she met during her Quarantine. She hasn’t even got a chance to thank him the other day.

“--I’m sorry. It’s just me.” The girl whispered. She wonders whether she should keep their distance. “I know. It’s everyone’s day off. But, the man in the quarantine needs his meds and I happen to be the only one around.”

                                 That will do.

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my first attempt at a lily evans aesthetics board…

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LILY EVANS • TWENTY-THREE • FC: LAURA BERLIN

BACKSTORY:

Lily Abigail Evans was born on 30th January. Her parents, Duke and Elizabeth Evans a pair of lovely tax accountant and kindergarten teacher resides in the heart of the city. They lived a normal life with a pair of daughter that’s growing up rather well. Lily was eighteen when the first glimpse of the outbreak comes to the surface. It’s her older sister, Petunia who’s become one of the earliest victims of the Tom Riddle’s death toll. It’s unknown by anyone that the cause of her death is the Plague’s doings, since there were none of its trace or in fact no one had aware of what’s really going on. It’s only makes her death seems normal. At first no one was suspicious, including to Lily herself. She barely remembers how she felt about her sister’s death, aside from crying for days after that happened. She had lost her sister, her friend; but strangely, she feels numb inside.

But when the bigger picture coming to her view, everything will never be the same. This is not the world that she used to know. They were running away, left anything behind. They left their home, their past, their identity; knowing nothing but to maintain their survival. But, no matter how far they run; the virus seems more like shadows that keep following them. There’s the time where she’s afraid that the virus might not only affect their body but also their mind. She’s afraid they will never make it. One day, they stumble into a group who’s in search of safe house. They told them about the shelter and the undergrounders.

Her days ahead was no better. The safe haven seems more like a fantasy– a false hope– the more they try to look for it. One by one a member from the group showed the symptoms and they immediately know about what happened next. Then her worst nightmare happens. They were in the suburban area when her father showed a symptom and unable to continue his journey. Eventually, he died during the night. Her mother was there on his death bed and devastated by the fact that the virus had taken her family twice. The first was Petunia and now him. Unable to cope with his death, she’s unaware of her worsen condition and died days later.

That leaves Lily on her own. She feels lost, scattered, and lonely at the same time. The group was moving right away, leaving both her parents behind. They won’t let her meet them even to tell her goodbye, since there’s a chance they can catch the virus. She keeps walking, once again leaving anything behind. She remembers spending the whole night in her bed, crying her tears out before fall to a deep sleep.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned to years. There’s only a few of them left who managed to survive and able to continue their journey. It’s then, when their group was discovered by the protectors and brought to the facilities. After a month of quarantine, she was released. They told her that she’s ready to join the community and start live her new life here in the shelter. She is ready.

Or, at least that’s what she thinks.

PERSONALITY:

[ - ] Vague, Fickle, Indecisive

[ + ] Logical, Compassionate, Genuine

TAKEN and written by PRITTA.

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Maria Ehrich and Laura Berlin (x)