|| she is gone but she used to be mine ||

Evangeline Evans || 26 || ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

[msevangeline-evans]

[ciswoman and she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [EVANGELINE CAINE EVANS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [NATALIA DYER]. You must be the [TWENTY-SIX] year old [MUSIC TEACHER AT AURORA BAY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL]. Word is you’re [SELFLESS] but can also be a bit [GUARDED] and your favorite song is [SHE USED TO BE MINE BY SARA BAREILLES]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

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tw: parental abuse, medical trauma, mutism, alcoholism, age gap relationship, domestic abuse, birth trauma

@aurorabayaesthetic

Full Name: Evangeline Bridgette Caine Evans Nickname(s): Eva, Eve, Evie Age: 26 Birthday: October 24, 1998 Astrological Sign: Scorpio Place of Birth: Salem, Massachusetts Parents: Laurence Evans & Ada Evans *Siblings: Older Brother, Westley Evans (26, twin), Amelia Evans (23), Lucus Evans Children: Benjamin Caine (2) Pets: N/A *Relationships: Harrison Caine (38) - ex-husband Scars: A few small, scattered scars from her years of abuse Tattoos: N/A Other Physical Distinctions: Seemingly perpetually cracked lips Sexual Orientation & Gender: Heterosexual and Heteroromantic ;; Cis Female Occupation: Elementary Music Teacher @ Aurora Bay Elementary *subject to change as roles are taken

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tw: parental abuse, medical trauma, mutism, alcoholism, age gap relationship, domestic abuse, birth trauma

○ evangeline bridgette evans was welcomed into the world a mere fifteen minutes after her brother on october 24th, 1998. the two were ushered into what was perceived to be the perfect little family (which, at that time consisted of their 'movie star' beautiful mother, their police officer father, and their older brother.) three years later, their little sister amelia would be born which rounded out this picture perfect brood.

○ both of the twins showed a proclivity for music at a young age. while westley gravitated towards the piano, evangeline found herself entranced with the cello. sure, it dwarfed her thin frame to an almost comical degree but there was something about the way it sounded when the strings were strummed that brought her to the happiest place her mind could conjure. anywhere she was, it was said that the sweet sounds of the romantic instruments were not far behind.

○ it was obvious something was wrong with the small girl from the moment she was born. she had always been a sickly child, eyes and cheekbones unnaturally gaunt for a person her age. though it wasn't until one afternoon, while at school, evangeline remembers playing on the playground one moment and then coming to on a stretcher inside an ambulance. the girl had had a heart attack at seven years old. the doctors were dumbfounded. it took months of appointments, invasive tests, and waiting for test results before the evans' finally had their answer: hypertrophic cardiomyopathy or a thickening of the left ventricle of her heart. the worst news? it would only get progressively worse over time. thus began her isolation (to make sure she wasn't overexerting herself to the point of doing any further damage).

○ evangeline didn't mind being taken out of school or spending all of her time at home. as the true introvert of the family, her room was her natural habitat anyway. her days were filled with reading (as an avid and insatiable bookworm), schoolwork, and her beloved cello. the only place she went outside the house was to her multiple doctors. but again, she never minded or resented this fact. home was her sanctuary after all. well, it was until that fateful night changed everything.

○ she recounts it like it was yesterday: their father going after her and wes like a raving madman, the bottle glittering under low lighting, the cut across her beloved brother's eye, and his body planted firmly between her and the monstrous figure that was heaving ragged breaths just inches from her face. that image replaced every earlier memory of their father for her; though not a kind or patient man, she never thought he would be the very beast that he became.

○ the guilt she feels that wes put it upon himself to take the brunt of the abuse haunts her to this day. sure, laurence has left her with scars of her own but nothing compared to wes' menagerie. she knows there will never be enough words to describe both the gratitude and guilt she has for her twin.

○ once the abuse started, evangeline developed selective mutism. she would really only speak to her siblings (wes especially) during her episodes. its something that still pops up today, though much more infrequently.

○ the teenage years seemed to awaken a rebellious streak in the evans kids, all except evangeline. what could sweet, sheltered, quiet evangeline get up to after all? it turns out quite a bit, after all.

○ it was at her cardiologist's in 2016 that she met the new medical resident working at the office: harrison caine. he was kind, attentive, and gentle; everything a girl raised on fairytales could want in a partner. but he was also her doctor, twelve years her senior, and currently in a very serious relationship. none of that was a deterrent enough to stop them and they began their affair that year and continued it for six years.

○ in those six years, evangeline got her degree in music theory and began working for a private school in salem (adding to her list of places she'd go besides home and the doctors). she wasn't ready to leave wes or her mother. she couldn't. not when their father's wrath could deploy at any moment. evangeline had gotten the calls from their aunt, the not-so-subtle pleading to come to safety. but she wasn't leaving without wes. at least, that was the original plan.

○ in may of 2022, evangeline discovered she was pregnant and a few months along at that. she was terrified but when she finally got the courage to tell harry, he assured her it would all be alright. that they were going to elope. evangeline was dumbfounded. he was still dating (and, now engaged) to his partner, he had a job here, and he was talking about giving all that up? he continued to reassure her that this was for the best, that this would get her out of there safely and she could finally live a life away from constant fear. and to a girl who hadn't experienced many emotions other than pure terror in the last few years, it was an intensely enticing offer. so, with a written note all that was left of her (knowing all too well about wes' overly protective nature when it came to the men in his sisters' lives), she and harry ran off to connecticut and were married in june.

○ december 1st, 2022: the birth of her child was one of the most terrifying days of her life. because of her heart condition, she found herself almost losing her life trying to bring them into the world. thankfully, with the help of an emergency c-section and a week of a hospital stay, her and her baby were able to go home to her new life. her son, who she named benjamin westley after her beloved twin, is her absolute world. she treasures him, especially considering he will probably be her only child as the risks would be far too great to take again.

○ the home the caine's went home to was not the home evangeline had imagined nor was it the home harrison promised: it might as well have been the mirror image of her childhood home. it started out inconspicuously enough. a few harsh words followed by profuse apologizing. but the words soon became yelling. yelling became back into a corner. backing into a corner became shoves. and shoves became the deja vu of how her father used to go off. to complete his transformation into an echo of her father, harry's social drinking became drinking to take the edge off, then drinking to function. she was mortified to find herself back at square one. only now, she had a son looking to her to protect him.

○ evangeline wouldn't let anyone know what went on behind the doors of their picture-perfect home with the white picket fence. she'd send messages to her family, assuring her everything was alright. all of her pictures expertly hiding the dozens of empty wine bottles or the new watercolor of bruises left on her skin that grew ever paler. there was a part of her that believed if she projected her life to be perfect, that it would eventually get there. but no. behind the beautiful curtain of the friendly neighborhood cardiologist and his lovely, if not shy, devoted wife and his rambunctious son lied a house of horrors.

○ six months ago, a single moment snapped inside of her. harry crossed a line within her by trying to go after their son for some minor thing she can't even remember. and though her interfering resulted in the worst attack yet, one that left her forbidden to leave the house for days (he had always been so careful to not make his abuse obvious on her body), it was her wake-up call. she couldn't let benji live in a home like hers. so, that night after harry had passed out, she contacted her aunt and wes then proceeded to tell them everything. her aunt flew down the next afternoon and got her out of the house with the help of some police escorts. and after months of divorce court, custody battles, criminal charges, and a restraining order evangeline found herself now divorced from harry and he had lost all rights to their son. she was free.

○ since she was free, she and her aunt made arrangements for her to come to aurora bay. as if by fate, the local elementary school was in need of a music teacher after the holidays as their beloved mrs. errol was forced into early retirement after a fall. so, with a job, her brother, her sister, and a new extended family waiting her, evangeline is ready to start the next chapter of her life.

wanted connections / plots

so, this girl is brand spanking new to aurora bay. like kell and I are talking about threading her and wes meeting up again new lol. so when I'm looking for connections, I'd like to more talk about possible future connections or just muses you think would vibe with her well. but if your character had ever spent time in salem/knew the evans family or had visited connecticut in the past two years, we could do some retroactive connects there!

[cian-cadwalader]

It had been a long time since Cian had stepped foot inside Aurora Bay High School. Walking back through the halls that he had spent so many days, he couldn’t help but find a strange wave of nostalgia crashing over him. It seemed every turning held a memory. Not all of them were good, but all of them were his, and all of them had helped shape him into this man he had become.

He wasn’t sure why he’d decided to head out of the gym. Perhaps he’d needed a break. Perhaps he’d been curious as to how the rest of the school had changed. Or perhaps old habits died hard — he’d never remained in the gym when he was supposed to the last time he was at Aurora Bay High, why start now?

The hallways were dark now, yet still familiar. It was as though some otherworldly force was guiding him through them, taking him back through his memories and through the school until he came to a stop in front of his own old locker — still dented from years of being kicked shut, with the remnants of the stickers him and so many students before (and presumably after) him had used to decorate.

In front of them, a young woman rested. His brow furrowed somewhat as she turned her attention towards him, listening intently to her question.

“Oh, absolutely not,” he said, shaking his head. “I was told in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t wanted.” Then, “Y’alright? How come you’re all the way out here, not back in the party?”

[msevangeline-evans]

her own school days were cut short after the discovery of her heart issues forced her to do half days, then eventually homeschool, to protect her. a situation that would have devistated most children, but not evangeline. even as the storm of her homelife only grew darker and more wild, her childhood bedroom remained a safe haven; there wasn't much more that she needed other than her books and her cello. what others may have called a lonely life had kept her sane. well, until she decided to finally leave the nest. then her ex preyed on her naivety, chewed her up, and spit her out.

all things that led her to being a little too intoxicated in a high school she never attended, in a town she had never expected to end up settling down in.

"from what I've heard from others, you haven't missed much. I find most people say that prom is highly overrated. and far too expensive." she reassured with her usual smile; the one that was warm and inviting, yet still was haunted by a faint apparition of sadness underneath it all.

"oh, I'm quite alright. just needed a little break, is all. parties like this can be a bit....overwhelming." she admitted, the liquor making her a bit more talkative than usual.

[orianacperez]

Oriana enjoyed getting to spend nights out with people. It was nicer here in Aurora Bay than in LA where people paid attention closely as to what she was doing. Now that she was comfortable with herself in this town, she found it easier to go out with the other citizens. She was enjoying her first prom too—an experience she was denied in her boarding school. Although she did have a dance at her school, as boring as it was back then.

Taking a short break to get away from the people who were dancing a slow song with their loved ones—or friends, it was difficult to tell—she found herself in the hall of the high school she never got to attend. "We didn't have prom at my school unfortunately. But I snuck away for a party during Paris fashion week when I was seventeen." It was not the same thing. "What about you?"

[msevangeline-evans]

"I think that has any prom experience beat for certain." she replied to the other woman with a soft smile. even if 'fashion week' wasn't really evangeline's style, she would give anything to travel to paris; the pure history held in each stone was enough to make her heart ache for an adventure there. "I'd say most people would have given up their proms to go do something like that. is it as glamorous as people make it out to be?"

for someone currently working as a music teacher, it was ironic how much of a sore spot the memories of her school years really were. shyness, a quiet nature, and being quite isolated never fared well in the cutthroat world of high school. yet evangeline had preffered it that way. loneliness never really bothered the brunette; the abuse she suffered at the hands of people that were supposed to love her only solidified the desire to be alone. "this is my first ever dance. wasn't one much for socalizing when I was younger, I'm afraid."

[demichu]

"It's crazy how this night has turned into a sappy nostalgia fest as opposed to adults doing adult things. Makes me realize how many people are in arrested development," Demi answers with cocktail in hand.

"Mine was in the 90s. It was very cool. Very MTV. Very grunge. I wore a tux."

@msevangeline-evans

[msevangeline-evans]

"I think an event like this tends to bring out the nostalgia in full force." she admitted as she looked out the large window, towards the darkened football field. "more drags you there than anything when the setting is something so familiar." though, this was not her prom experience at all. in fact, evangeline hadn't had one before. school dances were never really her thing.

"that honestly sounds like the best time. most people who talk about their prom talk about how wholly uneventful the whole thing was, so I think you're an outlier there."

[is-it-gabriel]

Have hadn’t really expected himself to go to these sort of things. But he went where Mia went and it was because he couldn’t afford to ever miss a single day with her again. Losing the time they had; especially when he’d thought the worst almost took it out of him. He had to make the time they had no matter how little or small count. So it was why he’d found himself sitting off to the side feeling like he was eighteen again. A feeling he swore he’d forgotten after years of undercover work

“ it’s not my first prom but it might as well be” Gabe admitted as he glanced back to the woman. “ my first one was uneventful” @msevangeline-evans

[msevangeline-evans]

slender fingers fiddled with the locket that rested around her neck, the soft click of the latch opening and closing adding to the cacophony of sounds that filled the empty halls. "really? why's that?" eva asked, her eyebrow arching in intrigue. she nodded softly at the added context. "I find most people feel that way about their prom. it's something that's just unbelievably hyped in your preteen to teen years, and then when it happens, you realize that it's just one night."

another soft sigh escaped her thin lips. "that being said, this is my first. and I think I have to conclude much of the same."

[msevangeline-evans]

📸 Felix

@felix-kumara

[msevangeline-evans]

🕊️ wes

and till the end, you're my very best friend

@wesxevans

[gcldrushed]

location: prom at aurora bay high school ( choose your own adventure )

eleanor wasn't exactly sure if it was a good idea to go to the prom since she just got back in town last month and she's still trying to settle back in aurora bay. but it seemed like such a nostalgic event that she couldn't quite pass up. always the people watcher, her eyes widened a little at the sight before her. " did you see that or was that just me? " eleanor voiced with disbelief as she turned to the person next to her, raising her brow towards them. // @aurorabaystarter

[msevangeline-evans]

it was a tale as old as time: evangeline evans was invited to a party, she dressed up, she attended, and then somehow found her way to 'the wall'. any wall would do, just as long as it was one out of the way and allowed her to keep herself practically a spirit amongst the party. she had always done this; it was one of the only ways to get through agonizingly boring social parties her parents attended and used their children as little human trophies to brag about. perhaps that's why the brunette preferred to not be perceived. years of being her parent's accomplished child didn't exactly foster her love of being in the spotlight.

the two figures that dashed past her were barely visible, but the juvenile public display of affection didn't wholly line up with the life carved onto what glimpses she got of their faces. a bit of an astonished laugh poured past her lips, eyes meeting with the other witness to the scene. "I guess prom brings out the teenager in everyone after all."

[msevangeline-evans]

who: open to everyone @aurorabaystarter where: ab prom ;; late into the night

evangeline wasn't sure what had gotten into her tonight: maybe it was the one too many glasses of champagne on a stomach that had forgone lunch to lesson plan, maybe she thought the alcohol would be a good social lubricant. or maybe, just maybe, she was starting to feel somewhat safe to come out of her shell.

whatever it was, the woman was a little more far gone than she had planned on, so she had taken a little walk in the darkened hallways to regain herself. when a figure joined her as she took a rest at a row of lockers, springs of brown curls bounced as she moved her attention towards them. "did you go to your first prom? or is this your first prom?"

[wesxevans]

closed starter: @msevangeline-evans

where: outside prom, later that night

“Eva? Hey, I wasn’t sure if you were coming.” Wes half thought about hiding the box of cigarette in his hand but knew there was no use. Everyone knew he still had the nasty habit despite wanting to quit. “Are you having fun at least?”

[msevangeline-evans]

the soft click of the door behind her finally muffled the music that had been blaring all night; her mind was finally able to focus after hours of her heartbeat matching with the bass. a familiar voice also beckoned her forward, her smile widening as she approached her twin. "yeah, a guy I met a few times at the reef asked me if I'd like to go with him after I mentioned my doubts in going." evangeline admitted with her soft, musical little laugh. "not sure if you know him. hinata ito?"

her large eyes were drawn to the oh so familiar box clutched in his fist. the brunette tried her best to hide the disappointment that crept over her face. she'd never pretend to understand the hardships of trying to quit, but she'd also never understand why someone would take up the habit in the first place. though, being an evans went hand in hand with finding ways of destroying yourself just to remember that you feel something. "I'm having a great time." her back rested against the same brick wall his did. "what about you? needed a break from everything, I'm guessing?"

[msevangeline-evans]

Prom 2025 - Evangeline Evans

with @hinataxito

@aurorabayaesthetic

[addisonxoconnell]

"Oh, I don't really know where they went off too..." Addison lied as she looked around the bar, not entirely sure if she wanted to admit that she was there alone. It was one of the few nights where her house felt entirely too quiet no matter how much background noise she tried. "I would like to think it was a pretty good silly decision. Hopefully none of them wake up with regretted tattoos or piercings." Her eyebrow that was currently closed up for good was one of those decisions back in college. @msevangeline-evans

[msevangeline-evans]

"guess we're kindred spirits in that way." evangeline mused, her warm smile matching the friendly aura she was hoping to project. friends never came easy for her; her siblings were more adept at the socialization game than she ever had been. but she feared if she didn't put herself out there, aurora bay would be nothing but a mirror of her life on the east coast.

"my friends," she began, soon shaking her head at the misuse of the word. "more friendly colleagues, and I are all teachers and all have class in the morning so I should hope nothing too crazy happens." the stories that had floated around the teacher's lounge came to mind as she spoke. "though, you'd be surprised."

[alejandro-facundo]

Alejandro didn’t often make it to bars anymore; these days, he would far rather be spending time with his son. Still, today had been enough that he felt he needed a drink. Sitting here now though, he was starting to regret that decision. He had used to be good at this — going out, being sociable, meeting new people and making new friends — but right now, he couldn’t feel any more out of his depth if he tried.

“No, I — uh, I chose to come here alone,” he confessed a little awkwardly. “I needed a drink after today. But your friends ditched you? Doesn’t sound like a very friend-like thing to do, to me.”

[msevangeline-evans]

slender fingers fiddled with the starched white color of her shirt as he spoke. her hands always tended to gravitate towards fidgeting with something when she felt out of her depth, and being at a bar while talking to a stranger was so out of her depth, she felt as if it was more at the bottom of her own ocean floor. "you're braver than I am." the brunette admitted with a gentle smile. "I believe it takes a lot of courage to come to places like here alone. and that's always a good trait."

wide eyes glanced around the room at the mention of her companions. "ah, we're not exactly close friends. just a bunch of fellow teachers who all kind of roped one another into coming here after work. kind of the newest addition, and the least—" the words failed her for a moment while figuring out the best way to describe herself "—adventurous of them all. so, here I am."

evangeline offered the other her hand, her music note ring glistening in the low bar light. "evangeline evans. a pleasure to meet you."

@alejandro-facundo

[msevangeline-evans]

Eglantine Rose - Are there any wounds--physical, emotional, or otherwise--that your muse is still recovering from?

"many. it's been said hundereds of times, in so many ways, but it is truly the emotional wounds that hurt the most and linger far too long. the memories that stay are nightmares you can't wake up from. I know healing is neither a short nor linear journey, but sometimes I feel so stagnant in my own recovery. there's an end, I'm aware, but I wish it didn't feel so far away."

"I carry what I was put through, both as a child and in my marriage, like rocks placed in my pockets. I hope to get stronger so the load won't feel quite so heavy any longer."

[msevangeline-evans]

Send ✘ for a text that should have been sent + felix

evangeline: I hope you realize how thankful I am to have you as a friend. evangeline: Life had been so lonely until you.

@felix-kumara

[msevangeline-evans]

50. Would you rather lay by the lake or hike a mountain?

"oh gosh. while I do prefer forrests and mountains over lakes, I would have to say lay by the lake. I'm far too clumsy to attempt a hike, I fear."

[thelizaxevans]

With the baby's due date just around the corner, Liza wanted to spend as much time as they could as a little family of three, wanted Elise to be the center of their attention before inevitably having to split it with her baby brother. So while Wes spent some time with Elise that morning just them two, Liza easily agreed to going out with her sister-in-law, wanting to spend time with her too before her world got even more chaotic than it already was.

"You know, I really never even drank tea until Wes came into my life. He taught me to appreciate it. Even if I'm still very much team coffee." She told Eva with a laugh, looking to the cute, dainty little mugs before them and nodding at what each one was. She took a sip of the rose one first, humming a bit, "It's...not bad." She wasn't really a fan of tea without milk and honey, but she wasn't about to be a downer. All thoughts of teas kind of went out the window though when Eva spoke again. "Really? That's wonderful!" She told her excitedly, "Not that I want you out or anything! I love having you and Benji around, and Ellie obviously loves her cousin, but...are you sure? And yes, I'd absolutely love to help. Were you thinking here in Seabrook?"

[msevangeline-evans]

"I'm not surprised that he would turn you on to tea the minute he could." she mused as she poured herself another cup from the ornate teapot. "tea was always the drink in the house growing up. I remember loose leaves would be in canisters that were supposed to be other baking ingredients which made cooking a nightmare." speaking about her and her siblings' childhood was always bittersweet. it astonished her every time how so many melancholic moments could be woven in with fond memories, and vice versa. though, she supposed that's how all of life was: a dichotomy between darkness and light that never ended until you did.

"I know an earl grey or an english breakfast can be a little more robust, so maybe they would work better for a coffee drinker?" the suggestion lay simply as she looked through the order to decipher which was which. "or I could always run and get you something else, if you'd like."

the smile that appeared on her face had a slight hint of bashfulness to it. the thought was intimidating. evangeline had never lived on her own, going straight from her parents' house to her ex's house and now to wes' house. but she knew she had to push herself out of the nest; she couldn't continue to stay the caged bird she had always been. "I'm sure. and not that I am itching to leave or anything like that, I just think it's....time." she explained before taking another sip of tea. "I'd like to stay somewhat local to you guys, since the kids are so close in age and I'd love to be able to help when I can. plus, it'd make moving a heck of a lot easier."