❝ sorry , do you mind holding this for me ? ❞ lídia tosses the roll of tape over her shoulder , not really in the mood to wait for an answer . it had been a long night of hanging up missing person posters around town . law officials taking them , or more so ripping them down , wasn’t much of a help either . but it had to be done . for helena’s sake . ❝ this whole thing is quite sad . . . but i guess that goes without saying . it feels weird without her here . what do you think ? ❞
she hadn’t had the time to respond before she was catching the tape, fumbling with the roll before securely looping a hand through it with a relieved sigh. “... not at all.” dark eyes trailed to the other girl, sympathy scrawled across her face at the mention of helena. she hadn’t expected a chance meeting in the corner store to grow so heavy so quickly, but what exactly could evangeline expect from their rag-tag group of wannabe sleuths? it felt like her entire life-- all of their lives-- now revolved around this mystery. “i think feeling poorly about it does nothing. we should get out there and get to putting these posters back up. yeah?”
BOOTED FEET BOUND down the steps of the police station ; they wanted to interview him again —- the millionth time, rhys felt and the questions were beginning to be repetitive, the answers the same. his chest felt tight, body and joints ached, finding that the only source of comfort was a cigarette. he brings the unlit cylinder to his lips, the lighter meeting its end, and ignites. the smoke bellows out and he sighs. it’s then that he feels eyes on him, judgement or otherwise, rhys is bothered by this. “what the fuck do you want?” he asks, one hand slides in his front jean pocket. “if you’re here to gloat about how innocent you are and how guilty i am, you can save your breath. you wouldn’t be the first person to say that.”
evangeline watched as the man went through the motions, all too aware of how used to this he must have become by now. she bristled at the way he decided to address her, expression hardening as she squared her shoulders and started toward him. “i know you choose to believe the contrary, moss,” she spat the name as if it were poison between her lips, “but not everything and everyone revolves around you.” a sneer found her lips at his accusation; a look of reproach unsuitable for a girl of her usual stature. “not everyone’s lives revolve around making the people around them miserable, though i know you’d know nothing about that. so why don’t you save your childish rants about how much people dislike you for someone who cares? because, unlike yourself, i have better things to do than continue on with this pathetic sparring match.”
the sound of approaching footsteps always earned a mixed reaction from evangeline. on the one hand, an impending conversation meant measuring her every word, holding her tongue until she could be sure everything had the precise meaning she needed it to. on the other hand, it was a welcomed gesture that left her honored to take someone’s time. she’d only just finished handing out pamphlets for roses’s upcoming charity auction for the ‘lesser privileged’ families of the church when those oh-so familiar feelings were dredged up by the sound of footfall heading in her direction. a distracted gaze stayed glued on her belongings as she gathered them into her bag, preparing to head off to her next class. she spoke before she looked, guessing whoever it was had approached her about the auction. “gabriel is still handing out pamphlets if you missed them. and unfortunately i have to get to class.” once she’d slung her bag over her shoulder, however, eva’s gaze finally landed on the other person. “oh! it’s you,” brows raised in faint surprise as she put on a grin once she’d recognized her classmate. “did you, um, need something?”
hello, hello! it’s rain, out here bringing you the newest loml, evangeline cade. she is 21, she’s a taurus, and she is the hierophant. if that’s not enough info to tell you everything about her, pls click the readmore and delve into her mind.
being the daughter of a man whose power and influence rivaled the local government, evangeline’s life has been meticulously planned out since before she was born. she’s going to be a pianist, her mother cooed to a dozen strangers at a social gathering, her hand absently stroking her swollen baby bump as she envisioned her daughter’s future. she’s going to be fluent in at least three languages, her father beamed, his arm wrapped dotingly around his wife’s shoulders as he prattled on.
when she was only six months old, her parents decided to exclusively speak to her in french. her third birthday was celebrated with a brand new piano being placed in her room while she’d been at daycare. you see, evangeline has never had the opportunity to not be precisely who her parents wanted her to be. the idea to rebel, to do something outside of their expectations? it’s never crossed her mind.
or... it hadn’t, at least, until her first kiss. the girl was everything evangeline stood against; she was the definition of the wrong side of the tracks. they were only fourteen, and yet the other girl tasted of cigarette smoke and the faintest bitterness of alcohol, her lips had been tainted by curse words evangeline swore to never utter. and worse than anything else, she was another girl. the laws of the holy book had been burned into her mind since the day she was born; she knew how many things in this equation were wrong. and yet, it somehow felt like the only good decision she’d ever made.
ever since that fateful day, evangeline has (begrudgingly) known of her attraction to women, although she won’t acknowledge it publicly. those are relationships kept in the dark, in the shadows. maybe some day she’ll find the courage to be okay with it.
though she tries not to, she has a very holier-than-thou attitude. it’s been ingrained in her, the idea that her family is somehow superior to the others of somerville due to her father’s position as the head of the church. her words carried nearly as much weight as his own among her peers, leaving the girl to weigh everything she said fifty times over before saying anything at all. it’s almost an unbearable way to live, knowing how much meaning people will derive from a single sentence you speak. it crushes your spirit.
canon connections!:
- the high priestess - best friend; the two of you have known each other for as long as you can remember. and for as long as you can remember, you’ve been trying to show them the light that Faith will bring. you remained friends in spite of your differing opinions on the church, sure, but now that they’ve finally come around it’s like the final piece of the puzzle has fallen into place. now your friendship can reach its full potential.
- the devil - enemy; you don’t understand what they get out of mocking you. you do your best not to react, and still it feels like every day. you can’t be bothered to ask them why, especially when you don’t care to know their opinion on anything since the day they desecrated roses.
- the tower - family friend; you remember playdates as children, stuffy and proper in the way you interacted with each other. you remember the barbecues and the holidays spent at one anothers’ homes, laughter and secrets passed between you like you were the only kids in the world. you still maintain that bond, confiding in each other in times of distress and excitement. you trust them completely.
wanted connections!:
- a secret hookup - eva is pansexual, though she won’t tell anyone that. i think it would be fun to have someone she sees in secret and is lowkey like... ashamed of because of her religious upbringing.
- a bad influence - someone who tries to make her less uptight and wound up. no guarantees it’ll actually happen, but it’ll be fun to watch.
- anything we can think of!!!
