The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
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She should've listened.
She knew she should've, but the thought of staying cooped up was somehow worse than the headache she was currently experiencing. It was unlike the ones she typically had. Those ones, she could push through, but this one was aggressive. It felt like her head was going to implode. Every flash of light, every loud noise was a threat to her sanity. She stumbled in her quarters after her last class of the day, and quickly drew the curtains closed. A long sigh escaped her as darkness took over the space and allowed the woman a moment of reprieve.
Isadora was busy with the gala rehearsals, and David had student appointments until after supper, which left the woman alone for the first time since she had gotten back from the hospital. She wasn't mad, she was even a little relieved. It seemed like the people around her had all collectively decided to not let the seer out of their sight. It was touching to see how much they cared about her, but like anyone else, Evelyn was looking forward to some peaceful alone time. It was a shame it would have to be in such a state of pain.
She rummaged through her cabinets for some tylenol or anything likely to ease the throbbing in her skull. She groaned, realizing that she had run out and could not go out to get some anytime soon.
The mere thought of going to Larissa filled her mind with dread, because she knew that as soon as she would see the state the blonde was in, she would definitely put her on some sort of forced sick leave.
And lastly, she was certainly not going to disturb Isadora's rehearsal for a handful of ibuprofen. It did not take any foresight to know how the woman would react seeing her in pain. She also was not in the mood for any sort of "I told you so" speech, even if she doubted the head of music would launch into such a sermon right away.
There was only one option left to her disposition. She pulled out her phone, the harsh light making the woman hiss in pain. She had never had the heart to erase his contact, which served her well in the end. She hesitated, but hit the call button nonetheless. She needed those painkillers asap.
His voice was even deeper on the line, his tone a little panicked. "Evelyn, is everything ok? Where are you?"
"I'm fine, don't worry, I'm in my quarters, I'm safe." She said, her voice weak and low, wanting to keep the sound waves to a minimum. "I'm just out of Ibuprofen, and my head..."
"I'm on my way." Then the line went dead. He had always been like this. Very short, not a lot of words needed, and somehow he always knew exactly what was needed.
Evelyn let her body fall back against her covers, her arm resting against her eyes. She didn't know how long she stayed in this position, completely unmoving, listening to the soft creeks of the old building, when a soft knock against the door broke the easy peace of the room. She did not get up, nor did she speak up to inquire on the identity of this visitor.
John carefully opened the door, and slid inside, trying to make as little noises as possible. This situation was familiar to them, but usually, Evelyn was the one sneaking into the apartment of a very concussed detective, not the other way around.
He made his way to the table, unpacking the bag he had brought with him before approaching the professor with a water bottle and the medicine she was clearly in a dire need of.
"You once told me that I couldn't take ibuprofen with a concussion cause of the risks of brain bleeding or something." He said, sitting down next to the blonde.
"Well, That's all I had here, so I made due with what I had." She took the Tylenol from his outstretched hand. "But I'm glad that some of the stuff I told you found a permanent home in that thick skull of yours." She said with a smile before downing half of the water bottle. "Thank you for coming."
"I'm surprised Capri isn't hovering anywhere near." He said, his eyes analysing the new space.
"She has rehearsals all afternoon and a good part of tonight." Evelyn said, slowly getting up to pull out a pot of soup to reheat on her little stove. "And I couldn't go get some myself since I don't have a car yet." John stood up and crossed the small living room area with very few strides before taking the pot from Evelyn's hands.
"Go sit down."
"I can..."
"Lemme do this, you need to sit."
"I don't need your..."
"Evie. Sit. Now." She sent him a nasty glare, before turning on her heels and walking to her bed like a petulant child.
"You didn't get a car when you moved here?" John asked, surprised, while opening every drawer in search of a ladle.
"No, so far I did not feel the need to get one. I don't leave the grounds that often, and every time I needed to go out, Isadora or David were there to drive me."
"David? Is that the nurse guy that visited you?" He asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Evelyn smiled at the question. She knew this man too much.
"Relax, you don't need to run a background check on him. I went to school here with him. He's a sweet man." She said with an eyeroll, which sent a flash of pain through her skull. She took a deep breath, and continued. "And, he's single."
John's hand froze. His hand lulled back in exasperation. "Evie, don't start with that."
It felt good. This banter between the two. It felt like they were back to their old self, back before this case that changed everything, back before everything turned sour. It was frustrating, how easy it was to forgive him. Eve wanted to hold on to that anger a little while longer. Have him suffer a little more for what he had put her through. But the truth is, this is simply not her. She did not hold grudges, she didn't resent people. She listened, analyzed, understood, and moved on, leaving the bad behind her or accepting the change in others. And with John, she had chosen to move on, and give him an other chance.
"I'm just saying, it's been ages, unless something happened after I left." She said, not letting this go.
"Oh no nothing happened with anyone. None of us had the energy nor the time to focus on anything but the shitshow unfolding at the precinct."
"And that thing with that guy, the technical analyst..."
"That's dead and buried."
"That the teacher? She was sweet..."
"Didn't have enough time for her..." He said plating and bringing the bowls to the sofa. "I thought I told you to drop it."
"Can't a girl ask about a friend's love life?" He stayed silent, processing Evelyn's words, before meeting her gaze.
"You really are severely concussed..."
"Va te faire foutre John."
"Si seulement.." Evelyn laughed, but stopped abruptly, hissing as the pain flared in her skull.
"Settle down and eat, I'll take care of the dishes." She didn't argue, all her energy had seemingly vanished after their short exchange.
She stayed on the sofa, her eyes closed, not asleep but not completely there either. John picked up the dishes and lingered close to the door.
"I'll let you rest now." He said a hand on the handle. "I know you're completely zapped, but tomorrow if you need to make a run into town, I'd like to take you." Evelyn groaned, but John knew she had heard him.
She didn't wake up when Isadora opened the door to her quarters, nor did she move when the redhead delicately lifted her from the couch and laid her in her bed.
Isadora didn't have the heart to wake her either. She wasn't blind, in fact, whenever it came to the blonde, Isadora noticed everything. She had seen the woman push past her pain to teach her students. She was in awe of her strength and resilience, but she hated to see her in pain like this.
She tucked her in tight and looked around the room. It's only then that the scent hit her. It was faint, distant, but unmistakably his. The hair in the back of her neck rose. Then she saw the bag with the medicine, and the freshly washed dishes in the sink.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her instincts down. John Clare had done nothing but care for Evelyn like a big brother, and if Evelyn had forgiven the man, then Isadora had no choice but to make an effort with him, however she might feel in his regard.
She took a seat on the couch, a pile of music sheets in her lap and a red marker behind her ear. She still had a considerable amount of work to do but the need to check on her had won over, but of course the pile of corrections could not disappear just like that.
Evelyn stirred, the morning light shining through her curtains. She was in bed, although she had no recollection of how she ended up there. Something told her that it might have something to do with the werewolf currently sprawled on her sofa.
The sight was comical. Isadora, draped hazardously on her sofa, surrounded with countless music sheets, and her red marker tangled in her wild curls.
Even in this state, she look ethereal, her face soft and unguarded in her slumber. She could not help the smile that stretched her lips. She didn't dare wake the sleeping beauty from her deep slumber. She instead decided to get started on breakfast, since she had no class during this day and she knew that the head of music had a very busy day ahead of her.
It took a lot to wake the exhausted woman. She usually had a very light sleep, always aware of her surroundings. But it seemed that whenever she slept close to the seer, Isadora found she slept with a sort of peace she had not yet felt in her life. It was ultimately a very gentle kiss on her forehead that managed to pull her from her slumber.
A soft groan escaped her lips. Her whole body was stiff. It had been a long time since she had slept in such an awkward position.
" I can't move." She whispered, her face contorted into a painful expression. Evelyn's laugh was soft, and it warmed Isadora's heart immensely. She smiled, straightening herself on the couch and gathering the sheets around her. Evelyn was setting the table with fresh cups of tea and plates of what looked like crepes. She stretched, audible pops echoed in the quiet space.
"Sounds painful." Evelyn said, walking to the older woman and pulling her in her arms. The action was so natural to her, she did not even think. She simply acted on instinct, like pretty much everything when it came to the beautiful musician. "You should eat something before your first class."
Isadora stiffened. Her eyes searched frantically for something that would tell her what time it was. She found the digital clock near the seer's bed. She had thirty minutes before she needed to be in her classroom. Her heartbeat spiked and her eyes widened comically. Soft hands landed on her cheeks, making her look at the woman before her. "You're more than fine, Isa, you can just borrow some of my clothes and get ready here."
She knew very well that Isadora's place was just a few feet away from her own door, but she hoped that the woman would take her up on her offer. If Isadora had realised this, she did not show it. She simply pulled the blonde in for a slow kiss, the kind that had the outcasted history professor completely melt in her arms.
She ended up stealing one of Evelyn's favorite wool sweaters. It was a dark shade of green that brought out the fiery red of the musician's hair and it smelled exactly like her. She paired it with a black pair of jeans and pulled her curls up in a messy updo. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and something warm travelled down Evelyn's spine at the sight of this angel of a woman wearing her clothes.
She ended up walking the musician to her classroom. "John came by yesterday."
"Yeah, I could smell him from across the corridor."Isadora said with a lot less bite than her previous comments about the detective. Her opinion of the man had changed, but she was not about to admit it to her.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "He offered to come with me into town to take care of some errands."
"Mhm, ok, just, don't push yourself too much." Isadora said, giving her hand a little squeeze. She could feel Isadora's unease but she was surprised when Isadora didn't say anything.
She met the detective at the front door. The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the wind was glacial. She was wrapped tightly in a thick burgundy sweater, a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. John laughed softly, she looked like a movie star trying to go incognito.
"Ready to go, superstar?"
"Don't start." Evelyn said, walking to the passenger side of his pickup. Eighties rock music was playing softly in the background and the heat was already blasting inside. "Where to first?"
"You need a car." John said, his voice gruff and final. "You can't rely on everyone around you whenever you need to go out. What if there's an emergency?"
Evelyn's mind went quickly to that time she had to take David's car to rush to the institute. "Yeah, I heard about your little ride in the pseudo ambulance."
Evelyn's face contorted in surprise. "How did you..."
"Your face is like an open book Eve."
"Only to those who know me well enough." John smiled at the comment. The rest of the ride was spent in an oddly comfortable silence. It still baffled the blonde how quickly they had reverted back to their old selves.
Jericho's only car dealership was small and looked rather run down, the kind you normally would stay away from, scared to get scammed out of your savings. But Evelyn didn't have a choice, the need for a car had manifested itself numerous times but she had put off the task for long enough.
Still, once she arrived in the yard, she felt a little overwhelmed at the sheer amount of cars on display and her cruel lack of any car related knowledge.
She was glad John was by her side when the dingy looking old man approached her. He looked in his mid-fifties, hair greasy and his suit looked like it belonged in a different era. He approached her with a predatory look in his eyes which sent unpleased shiver down her spine.
John instinctively put himself between the man and the seer, making the salesman falter in his step.
"Hi, can I be of any assistance to you?" He asked, his enthusiasm clearly reduced.
"Not yet thank you, we're just going to take a look around the lot first." He answered, his voice final. They both watched the man waddle back into his little cabin.
"Do you have any idea what type of car you'd like?" Evelyn paused. She honestly didn't think about it. She let her eyes scan the lot. Her eyes settle on a small light gray volvo SUV. It looked recent, the paint gleamed in the sunlight. And upon further inspection, she realized the car was likely electric. John's eyes followed her gaze.
"Hm, still have expensive tastes I see." She slapped his arm, but the man didn't even blink.
"You think I can afford that?"
"Evelyn, you're a teacher in a private school." He said matter of factly. "And I know for a fact you did not spend even a dollar of that compensatory money you got after that case."
He was right. She had left that money in a savings account and hadn't touched a penny since. To be completely honest, Evelyn thought of the somme has nothing more than blood money, every she would've bought with it would've been tainted by the tragedy.
But this was different in a way. She was different. No longer weighed down by the trauma of her old job, her old life. This would help her settle further into her new life, and for the first time, that money felt like a blessing instead of a reminder of darker time.
She let him take control of the sale, glad to have him negotiate the mechanical inspection and deal with the price. In the end, they were told that the car would be ready by the end of the day, and they walked out, leaving a rather traumatized salesman behind.
"I need coffee."
John laughed. "Isn't it bad for people with concussions to take caffeine?"
"Oh please, like that ever stopped you." Evelyn said, walking ahead towards the Weathervane. They sat at a corner booth with their drinks both letting the burning hot mugs warm their hands.
"You know, this place is not like I expected it."
"In what sense?" She asked curiously.
"I don't know, It looked like a boring ghost town." He said, taking a slow sip of his coffee. "You know how it was in Salt Lake. Everything was always so fast, and with everything happening in the precinct... I didn't realize how much energy it was taking out of me. I was used to it. Taking the time to stop, relax, take things slow, that wasn't even in my options." His voice was sincere, and she could see the tension which had riddled his body since she had first seen him.
"When I got here, I thought it was so still, it drove me nuts." He said laughing. "But I don't know, this stillness , it grew on me. Forced me to breathe for a minute and think of what I wanted."
"And do you know?" She asked softly.
"No yet, but I think I'm closer than I have been for a while."
The conversation lulled to a comfortable silence. As if she had sensed it, Isadora's text chimed on Evelyn's phone. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of her name lighting up her screen.
When she looked back up, she caught the man smiling softly. "You found it again Eve."
"What are you talking about?"
"You have the same smile you had the first day I met you. That light in your eyes, you've got it back. "
He was right, and his comment landed full force on the blonde. It had crept up on her, this blissful feeling whenever Isadora was near. She had refrained herself from naming this, afraid that by naming it, making it real, it would vanish. But it was so clear now.
"Go on, answer her." She picked up her phone, but her expression turned sober upon reading the words.
"Something is going on with Enid and Wednesday." She said, panic laced in her tone. "We need to go back now."
A quick call to reschedule the pick up time for her car and they were off towards the academy. Isadora was waiting for them at the entrance, wrapped tightly in her shawl. Her hair was a little wild, like she had run outside. Evelyn quickly thanked John, which made sure she knew that he would be close and ready if they needed anything.
She met the woman at the top of the stairs, and was immediately dragged inside and led to Isadora's classroom. The sight caught the history professor completely by surprise. It was Enid. She looked anything but herself. Her clothes, which were normally bright and full of life were now glum and void of any color. Her eyes were focused, sharp with a darkness that was usually seen in her roommate's gaze rather than in her own. But the most fascinating thing was the way her fingers moved on the cello's string.
It took a moment for the blonde to realize that the beautiful melody emanating from the room was indeed coming from the young woman. " Am I seeing this correctly?"
"Mhm." Isadora said, her eyes glued to the girl. "I didn't know what to think, this is most definitely not normal." She said, her hand reaching up to play with her necklace. "And this morning, Wednesday had some sort of... episode." She held out her phone with a video from some social media pulled up. Wednesday was out in the quad dancing, wearing what clearly belonged to her much peppier roommate's closet. Evelyn quickly closed the phone, a feeling of unease creeping up on her at the sight of the young woman in such an unusual state.
"They both won't admit that there's something going on." Isadora said, frustrated. "I swear they think we're completely daft or something?" Evelyn could practically feel the woman's franticness amping up the more she spoke. "The whole school can see that something is going on and that somehow those two managed to swap bodies and they seriously think that none of us realized it and that they can take care of this on their own?" Her voice had gone high with panic and her fingers fidgeted aggressively with the pendant of her jewelry.
She was right, subtlety was definitely not their strong suit. Isadora stepped into the room, making sure Enid didn't hear or see her before she was right in front of her. Evelyn stayed right outside the door listening to the conversation. Her eyes widened at the word alpha. She had no clue Isadora had been helping the student with such a life changing discovery. Then again, this was certainly none of her business and something warm bloomed in her chest at how dedicated Isadora was for her students.
Evelyn stayed far enough away to not be seen, but close enough to hear what was said.
"This is Rosaline Rotwood is it not." Enid's unusually flat voice said.
"Yes, Professor Orloff said she used to teach in this very room..."
"And lived in my mother's cottage." Enid said, cutting off Isadora.
"What?"
"I mean Miss Addams." She said, catching herself before she further revealed her true identity. "In fact, I promised I would drop by for tea this afternoon. In fact, I'm already late." She said before leaving hastily.
Evelyn moved quickly, making sure she would round the corner at the same exact moment Enid, or Enid's body, would pass by. The impact was harsher than she had anticipated, and sent the seer back a few steps before she caught herself on the wall. The quick, but efficient encounter was just enough to send an array of flashes through her mind.
A woman in a dark room. Her hair was a snowy kind of blonde, and her presence powerful, oppressing even. The woman turns sharply, her eyes piercing through the other woman. A sharp pain latched onto Evelyn's head and she sagged against the wall. Before she could slide down to the floor, warm steady hands grabbed her and pulled her towards them.
"Miss Rostand, pardon me." Enid said, before sidestepping the woman and quickly leaving.
"Evelyn, are you ok?" This poor woman's anxiety must be through the roof, Evelyn thought, as her gaze met Isadora's frantic one.
"We really need vacations from this place." Evelyn said with a pained smile as she followed the musician to her classroom. The use of the word "We" did not go unnoticed by the werewolf who's face heated up and heart stuttered at how Evelyn had so easily included her in future plans.
"That could be easily arranged." Isadora said fondly. This made the blonde smile, before her expression sombered up once her eyes landed on the portrait on the wall.
"Her." Evelyn said, walking closer to the painting. "This is who I saw."
"Well, now we know where to start looking."
Evelyn was back in her room, books scattered around her. There was not much written on the legendary Raven. Evelyn had found several of her notebooks filled with assignments and lesson plans, but nothing that could've told anything useful to the blonde. She slumped back on her sofa, her head pounding with what she believed was a lingering effect of her concussion. But as the seconds passed, the pain shifted. It felt different than what had plagued her in the last few days, and it had nothing to do with the familiar spikes of an upcoming vision.
No this felt different, like something was pushing against her mind, willing her mind to subdue to its presence. Soon, Evelyn's vision blurred and she was thrown against her will into the abyss.
She was back into that same dark room, at its center, a tall golden statue. The silhouette was draped in a golden cloak, its face hidden under the hood. Something shifted behind it. A woman, dressed in a flowing white gown, hair as white as snow, skin sickly pale, and her gaze fierce, unyielding.
"Evelyn, I have been dying to meet you." Her voice echoed in the room, the sound not quite belonging to someone of this world. The woman circled the statue, her footsteps gliding over the marble floor.
"You saw me, when I looked into Wednesday's past..." Evelyn said, not quite believing what she was witnessing. "You actively seeked me out, induced a vision to speak to me. How is that even..."
"There's much you have to learn about our abilities Evelyn."
"You are a Raven."
"Indeed."
"I am not like you." She said with certainty.
"In that regard you are right. But there's much we have in common." She said, walking behind the professor. Her pale hand reached up, her cold fingers grazing the side of her face. The touch felt wrong, like it wasn't supposed to be able to reach her. " You're powerful, unnaturally so."
Evelyn stayed silent. " I am not here to discuss my abilities."
"Are you not?" her ghostly voice uttered. "I am the one that brought you here. I believe I am entitled to steer the conversation where I please."
Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to will her heartbeat to slow down. "I was seeking you out, and I think you know exactly why."
"Hm, the young Addams girl." Rosaline Rotwood said, circling back to stand in front of the professor. "Desperate girl. She played with forces beyond her understanding, and now she is living with the consequences."
"She's a child."
"One foolish enough to seek my help."
"What is happening to her?"
"She needs to walk this path alone." Her tone was sharp, her words cutting like glass and resonating in the chamber. " That arrogance, it needs to be tamed, before it becomes more dangerous."
Evelyn could not argue with her statement. "Indeed, but a lesson is learnt through mistakes and errors. If those mistakes are met with death, what lesson is there to learn?"
"Actions come with consequences. One must balance the cost before leaping into action." Rosaline said. "You are well aware of this, are you not Evelyn? Or is that scar not enough of a reminder."
Evelyn shivered at the mention of her past. As much as it pained her to say, the apparition was right. She had not thought through that day, had not evaluated the level of danger nor the risks she was exposing herself to. And she had reaped the consequences.
"Which is exactly why I don't want the girl to experience this."
"How selfless of you." Evelyn stayed silent. A feeling rose in her chest. A kind of dread that comes when one walks right into a trap. "What are you willing to give up for the sake of their safety?"
The weight of the question landed hard on the woman. She stilled, her breathing caught in her chest and cold invaded her bones. "Would you give up your gift for them?"
There it was.
The question, expected on Evelyn's part, did not lose any of its impact once uttered in the dark chamber. Rosaline Rotwood looked pleased with the turmoil she had caused inside the seer. For any outcast, the simple thought of losing your abilities was unbearable. It was as much a part of them as any limbs or your very soul. As painful as Evelyn's visions were, she didn't know who she would be if she was ridden of her sight.
Sweat dripped down her temples, the woman's gaze pierced her skin, making it hard to breathe. She was cornered, forced to choose between the life of her students, and something so fundamentally hers.
She could feel the pressure building. She knew the answer, she was painfully aware of it, but it tugged at her heart with so much strength it made her physically curl up in herself. "Why?"
"There is a price for everything, Evelyn Rostand. One must be ready to pay in order to obtain what they desire." She said circling her once more. " All you have to do is said the words."
She took a deep breath. She knew what she needed to do, but the words stayed stuck in her throat. She swallowed hard, her heart beating out of her chest. Her
She couldn't think about it too much, could not linger on what she was about to give up. Her lips parted, the first syllable leaving her with much more certainty than she felt.
" I..."
-A/N- Well, I hope you guys are enjoying your holidays. I've been working nights so my schedule has been all over the place. Hopefully I find more time soon to keep writing.
In the meantime, enjoy and don't be shy, share your impressions and/or ideas for this story.
-A/N- The end of session has been kicking my arse, but I am slowly starting to see the light again. Veuillez m'excuser pour mon retard.
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
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Isadora hated hospitals. Honestly, she did not think anybody liked such a place. The smell of antiseptic and sickness clung to her oversensitive nostrils, steadily building a nasty headache. The chair in the hospital room was awfully uncomfortable, but still she stayed rooted to the spot, her hand holding Evelyn’s cold unmoving one.
It had been two days since the blonde had opened her eyes. The doctors had said that it would take a moment before she’d wake. They had assured the redhead that Evelyn was not in a critical condition, that she had sustained multiple fractures to the ribs and a concussion and she would wake up shortly, but every minute where she could not see her mesmerizing eyes looking back at her felt excruciating.
David had visited them this morning, bringing the head of music a change of clothes and breakfast, since he had a feeling the werewolf wouldn’t care about her own well being. She had cancelled all her classes, refusing to leave the woman’s side. She'd been like a guard dog, constantly at her side, ready to jump and tear apart anyone who just looked at her the wrong way. The medical staff was now used to the werewolf’s presence and her unrelenting demands for updates.
The problematic thing was, they could not provide much information to the music professor. That information was only privy to family and the emergency contact, and unfortunately, she was none of those things.
But still she stayed by her side, waiting for her to wake up. It was around lunch time on the second day. Isadora had stepped out of the room to grab a cup of coffee, needing the caffeine after a very sparse night of sleep. When she approached Evelyn’s room, she pick up a scent. It was musky and smelled of dirt and cheap cologne. A man no doubt, and Isadora did not know of any man with this particular scent. She dropped her cup and ran the rest of the way to the room, where she came face to face with a tall man.
His hair was brown and disheveled, his beard of a few days unkept. His eyes were sad and had dark bags under them. He stood at the bottom of Evelyn’s bed, watching the woman sleep peacefully. He turned at the sound of the woman’s rapid footsteps.
“Who are you?” The man wasn't even affected by the redhead’s animosity. It was like he expected it even. He took a few steps back, as if scared of speaking too close to the blonde and waking her up.
“I’m John Clare,” He said, his voice surprisingly soft. “I’m Evelyn’s old partner from Salt Lake City police.” He said, offering his hand for Isadora to shake. But at the mention of his identity, Isadora’s anger only grew tenfold.
“What are you doing here.” She asked, her eyes narrowing, not bothering to hide her disgust for the man which had allowed all this discrimination and intimidation to someone which he was supposed to protect. The man’s shoulders dropped further down, as if weighted down by guilt.
“The hospital called.” He said, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “She probably still has me listed as her emergency contact.” He finally said, walking towards the window. Isadora followed, her instinct making her stand between Evelyn and him. “ They told me what happened on the phone, I needed to see if she was ok with my own eyes.”
His worry would have touched the musician if she wasn’t aware of the history between them. “What makes you think she would want to see you now.” The sentence landed like a blow to his stomach.
“She probably doesn’t.” He said softly, “I just needed to see.”
Something stirred behind Isadora. She closed her eyes, trying to ease the growing anxiety inside her. She could not have picked a worse moment to wake up. Isadora was at her side in an instant, momentarily forgetting the presence of the unwanted man.
Evelyn groaned, a pained expression on her face. She felt a steady, dull pressure on her ribs, it hurt to breathe, but at least she was awake. Her whole body felt so heavy, she tried to sit up, but she quickly gave up when she felt a delicate hand pressing her back down on the bed. She angled her head to the side and opened her eyes. She was met with worried hazel ones. But something was off, there was another presence in the room, someone she had not seen in a while, someone she was sure she had left in the past.
She didn’t turn around just yet, preferring to stay lost in the depths of the musician's eyes just a little while longer.
“Isa?” She said, with a strained voice. “This is a dream right?” She asked with a pleading tone.
Confusion spread across her features. “Please, tell me he’s not standing in the room.” She finally said, already knowing the answer.
“Eve?” John said, stepping towards the bed. Evelyn stiffened instantly. It took only a second for Isadora to cross the distance between her and the man. He was imposing, strong, but none of that mattered to the redhead. She was stronger, faster and she would not let him get close to Evelyn unless she chose to.
“I think it would be best to let her wake up peacefully.” She said, her tone sharp, final.
“I just want to talk..” He said, stepping into Isadora's space.
“I think I might've not made myself clear,” she said, meeting his gaze head on. Her eyes flashed gold, revealing her nature to the detective before her. “Leave her be.”
He stepped back, quickly understanding that he would not gain the upper hand in this situation. “I’ll wait outside.” He said begrudgingly, before stepping out of the room. Isadora visibly relaxed, regaining her spot beside the blonde.
“So, John Clare?” Isadora asked her fingers finding her necklace, an eyebrow raised.
“Ironic, he definitely is not the poetic type, he’s quite shit with his words actually.” Evelyn said, a half smiling. “ I can’t believe he had the guts to show his face.” She said, closing her eyes, trying to ground herself for a second. She felt Isadora’s hand take hers, the warmth of her palm tawing away the lingering chill of the room.
“ What does he want?”
“Your guess is as good as mine.” She said, “He never tried to contact me after I left, never even said goodbye.”
“ He seemed worried.”
“He doesn’t have the right to be.” Isadora stayed silent. She could feel the anger in her voice, and she understood why the blonde would be, but deep down, Isadora had a feeling that it was more out of hurt than anything.
“What do you want to do?”
“I should hear him out shouldn’t I.”
“It’s up to you darling.” Isadora said, getting up to lay a gentle kiss on the blonde’s forehead. “I'm going to tell the nurse you’re awake.”
“Isadora wait,” She grabbed her hand, dragging her down and crashing her lips together. She sighed, relief finally flooding her senses. She was ok, she was awake, she was safe.
The kiss grew heated quickly. Isadora moaned, the sound swallowed by the seer’s lips. She lifted her hand with the intention of tangling her fingers in her ginger locks, but a pained groan interrupted her movement. Isadora quickly withdrew, her eyes alert, her fingers hovering over the call bell.
“Ouff, my ribs, I forgot.” she said, holding her side with her hand.
“Ok easy tiger, no sudden movements.” Isadora said, a smile playing on her red lips. She was about to exit the room when Evelyn called her name once again.
“Isa, tell him to come in.” Evelyn said, resigned. She knew she would have to face him eventually, and she would rather have it be sooner than later.
The music teacher nodded, her demeanor visibly more alert. She left, but soon enough, a knock echoed in the silent room. She had forgotten how imposing the man was. His body filled the door frame, dwarfing everything around him. It had brought her comfort once, like nothing could reach her as long as he was near, but now, it was simply intimidating, suffocating even, like his presence sucked all the air from a room.
He looked exhausted, thinner than she remembered. His clothes were rumpled, like he had slept in them, and his hair was disheveled. He was the complete opposite of the polished man she once knew.
“You called off your dog?” He asked, unease clear in his tone. A wave of anger crashed inside the blonde. Her expression hardened considerably, her eyes growing cold.
“If you want me to hear what you have to say, I suggest you think a little more before speaking, John.” Evelyn said slowly, trying to control her tone.
John lifted his hands in defeat, before taking a seat where Isadora was minutes ago. “She cares a lot about you.”
“And I about her.” Evelyn said confidently.
“I’m glad.” His eyes had softened, like he really was glad Evelyn had found someone willing to fight for her and protect her. “So… an Outcast History professor?”
“What? Surprised I went back to the job I actually studied for?” Evelyn said, “You know, I didn’t just forget my purpose after you whisked me out of that teacher's aide job at Utah University.”
“I guess not, I’m just surprised you managed to settle down after all that happened. Most of us could never.”
“I am not like you John.” Evelyn said, her voice going a little high. “ I wasn’t made for a perilous job like that.
“But you were exceptional at it. We were the perfect team.” Evelyn scoffed.
“Where was all that support when the new chief took command?” Evelyn said, losing her composure a little more "Where were you when the whole precinct turned on me. Can you imagine what it felt like, seeing the people you considered like family treat you like less than human? Hearing them talk about your kind with disgust, and watching the fear in their eyes when passing them in the corridors?” She spat out, finally letting all the hurt and anger flow out with her words.
“I had to face it all alone, all because you chose to follow instead of standing up for the people you care about. And now you’re here, after months without a word, acting like I own it to you to listen to what you have to say. What makes you think you are entitled to my attention.”
“Can’t you see this is exactly why I am here.” He said standing up. “I know how horrible I was. It’s been eating at me for months.” He said, sitting on the windowsill. “I wanted to reach out, apologies, but I couldn’t.” He said with a sigh.
“Things have fallen apart in Salt Lake. The new chief ran the precinct to the ground. The whole team you knew were either taken into disciplinary actions due to the new methods of the chief and the rest left to pursue other paths. I even left the force and work as a PI as of now.”
“ I checked on you. I knew you had gotten a job at your old school, I knew you had moved on and I didn’t want to bring this part of your life forward.” He said, his eyes finally meeting her piercing gaze. “I’ve been the cause of too many of your scars.”
Evelyn stayed silent for a moment, letting his words sink in. “You are starting to fit your name, John Clare.” The comment pulled a shy smile from the man.
“I’ve been reading lately.” he said begrudgingly.
“You know what happened with the task force is not your fault.” she said softly. “You did everything you could to protect me. I chose to go in that chapel before it was cleared , I should’ve been more careful, they took me because of my own mistake, not because of you.”
“The truth is Evelyn I should’ve never brought you there in the first place. I’m the cop, you were a civilian. I put you at risk, you were lucky that bullet only grazed you.”
“But the point is,” He said walking back to the bed, and taking a seat on the edge, “That when I got that call from the hospital, saying that you were attacked, laying unconscious in a hospital bed. I was so scared I had lost you.” He said, his voice shaking.
Evelyn was torn. She was still angry at the man. How could she forget the way he just left her. But now she understood him a little better. She could feel how genuine the man was, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss him dearly.
“Evie, whatever you got yourself tangled in, I’m here to help.” He said, reaching out to touch her hand. Evelyn only just realized the duffel bag sitting near the door.
“You’re staying?”
“As long as you need it” Oh, Isadora won’t like that, Evelyn thought with a little smile on her face.
“I’m gonna let you rest,” He said, standing up. “My number is still the same. Don’t hesitate to call, I’ll be at the motel near route 10. I’ll come back tomorrow.” He said before opening the door. “Take care of yourself Evie.” He turned, almost bumping into the music teacher, who had clearly been waiting near the door.
“Down girl, she’s still in one piece.” He muttered before leaving. A low growl escaped the woman, her golden eyes boring into his back as he walked away.
“I’m sorry for his attitude, he’s always been the complete opposite of a patient man.” Evelyn said, her eyes closing, exhaustion slowly taking over her body.
“Mhmm” Isadora said, pacing while playing with her necklace. “So he’s sticking around?”
“Are you jealous?” Evelyn asked, a smirk pulling her lips.
“Of him? How could I?” She answered, offended by the very thought. “I just don’t like him showing up like this, demanding your forgiveness when you’re vulnerable like this.”
“I did not forgive him just yet.” Evelyn said promptly, her voice firm but not angry. “All I did was hear him out. And besides, I know he has a good heart.” She said, hoping Isadora would understand.
Her attitude changed slightly, she relaxed a little, the tension easing out of her shoulders. “I guess it’s not a bad thing to have a detective around with the complete lack of efficiency from the local police.” She had been most displeased when she had seen the deputy assigned to your protection sleeping in his chair when she had arrived the first morning. She bent down, leaving a kiss between the blonde’s brows.
“Get some rest Evelyn, I have to get back to the academy but David’s coming at the end of the day.” She said reluctantly.
It was a matter of seconds before sleep claimed the woman once again. She didn’t wake up when David came, but he stayed with her until the visiting hours were over. Isadora was there when she woke up, and with good news. She had been discharged from the hospital. A wave of relief travelled her.
Half an hour later, she was walking out of the front door, Isadora’s hand holding her steady and with a grumpy looking detective in tow.
“I went to see the sheriff yesterday. She said they were convinced that Tyler and his mom fled town.” John said, his jaw tight. “But I’m not so sure.”
“You got up to speed on all the Nevermore drama?” Evelyn asked perplexed.
“There’s not much to do around here at night.”
“Hm,” Isadora huffed, opening the door to her car.
“Larissa Weems was at my door last night.” John added, leaning on the hood of his truck. “She offered me one of the guest houses on the property, that way I’ll be closer if need be.”
“Ah good, Nevermore’s new shiny guardian.”
“Guess a guard dog wasn’t enough.”
“Enough.” Both cowered at the seer’s tone. “Thank you John, I appreciate it.”
He smiled, glad that Evelyn seemed to warm up to his presence. “I’m here for the kids as well.” He said, knowing at the back of his mind that the best way to show the seer he was sincere, was to care about the people she cared about the most.
Even if she didn’t fully trust the man yet, Isadora still felt a bit of relief knowing that a skilled detective would be around and hell bent on protecting the history professor.
Isadora’s hand rested on the blonde’s thigh during the whole car ride. It was like she needed the physical touch, she needed to feel the warmth of her skin, the pulse under her fingertips, to know that she was truly here, that she was ok.
Evelyn was sore. So incredibly sore, every movement pulled at her sides. Every breath she took reminded her of the damage to her ribs. She didn’t resist when Isadora brought her to her own room, when she helped her take her clothes off and drew her a warm bath. She was so gentle and respectful, leaving her space and averting her gaze from her body, not wanting Evelyn to think she was taking advantage of her vulnerable state.
It was the last day Isadora was able to stay by Evelyn’s side, and so she took full advantage of it. She slid in bed next to the blonde, dragging her body on top of hers, shielding Evelyn from the outside world a little longer. And the professor could not be happier, lying in the silken sheets, surrounded by Isadora’s warmth and scent.
It took two more days before Evelyn felt like she could start functioning again. Her head had stopped throbbing anytime someone raised their voice above a whisper, and before she could take a full breath without wincing in pain. She was growing restless. Isadora had gone back to teaching her classes, and had to catch up on an impressive amount of grading, which she did on her sofa, in her quarters with soft music playing, a red pen in one hand and the other tangled in soft blond curls.
On the third day, Evelyn emerged from the redhead’s quarters and stormed Larissa's office, demanding that she reinstates her classes. She could not spend one more day in bed, and she was worried about how behind her classes would get. Perhaps the older woman felt bad still, because she did not argue, she simply nodded, confirming that her students would be notified to attend class the next day.
When she arrived back at the redhead’s quarters, Evelyn realized that Larissa was not the one she should have been worried about. Isadora’s disapproving face was almost comical. She was leaning against the back of the sofa, her arms crossed and her face stuck in a scold.
“What are you doing up?”
“I went to see Larissa.” Evelyn said, her voice small like a child caught doing something they should not be.
“Evelyn, You’re not fully recovered yet, you should not be up and about, especially teaching.”
“I can’t stand staying idle one more day, It’ll drive me nuts.” She said, taking a seat at on the sofa.
Isadora followed, crouching down in front of the blonde. “Evelyn, I know it’s not ideal, but you need the rest. Broken ribs and a concussion is not nothing.”
“I am perfectly capable of teaching in this state.” She answered defensively. The head of music could clearly see that she would not win this argument, not like this at least. She sighed, her hands landing on Evelyn’s thighs in order to stand back up, but Evelyn’s sharp intake of breath made her stop right there.
She knew that look. She had seen it a few times already. Those mesmerizing eyes, their pupils blown wide, her hooded gaze intense. She paused, focussing her senses on the woman before her. Her pulse had quickened considerably, her breathing coming in short bursts. Isadora could feel her temperature rising with every frantic beat of her heart.
She took a deep breath, in a vain attempt at taming her own racing heart, but her closeness with the younger woman made it a complicated affair. She felt her fingers squeeze the soft skin, making the woman gasp softly.
“Evelyn…” Her voice was strained, fighting her desires with every ounce of will she had left. “Not right now…”
But Evelyn did not listen. Her hand reached for Isadora’s, bringing it to her lips. A shiver travelled down her spine. She kissed every knuckle, her lips lingering on her soft skin. Isadora’s eyes closed. She took a deep breath that shook her whole body. She thought she had managed to control herself, she was about to pull away. That was until she felt Evelyn’s lips part.
“Eve…” Her voice was firm, like a warning, but it had a very contradictory effect on the blonde. She let the redhead’s hand go, and stood slowly, only to push the older woman down on the sofa. She kneeled down, mimicking the position Isadora was in just moments ago, but with a very different intent.
Isadora was frozen, completely pinned by Evelyn’s intense, lustful gaze. Her hands glided up, dragging the woman’s long, burgundy skirt along her thighs.
“Evelyn if you think this is going to make me forget about… oh.” The slow drag of her tongue on her center interrupted any coherent thought passing through her mind.
Evelyn’s body was still sore. She could feel every muscle in her body working to keep her in this position, every movement reminding her of the trauma her body had gone through a mere few days ago, but none of that mattered in this instant. She was entranced by the taste of the woman before her, tuned in to every breath and sounds coming out of her. They were her only concern, a symphony of delightful, breathy sounds which she needed to hear again and again. But before Evelyn could completely get lost in the task at hand, Isadora’s fingers laced in her hair, dragging her away from her center. She tilted her chin, stopping a moment to admire the woman currently at her mercy. A flash of warmth traveled through her. She looked like a true goddess, hair wild, eyes clouded by desire and chin glistening with the reward of her devotion.
“Get up.” The words came out like a soft breath in the quiet of her quarters, but Evelyn heard them as clearly as if she had spoken them with confidence.
Evelyn complied, rising to her feet slowly, her body unable to resist the older woman’s command. She was lifted softly in strong, steady arms, and carried to the bed, where Isadora gently laid her on the silken sheets.
“May I?” She asked softly, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweater. Evelyn could only nod, completely taken by the way the older woman was gazing down at her. The process was careful, every brush of Isadora’s cold fingers on her flushed skin made her breath hitch. She paused when the dark purple bruises became visible. She leaned down, her lips gently kissing the tender skin with such care and reverence, Evelyn thought her kisses alone could probably heal it all away.
She tried to keep her breathing steady, but the more Isadora descended, the harder the task was. She reached her midriff, her hands grabbing her hips possessively. Evelyn closed her eyes, her focus solely on her breathing.
« If I sense even just an ounce of discomfort… » Isadora’s voice whispered, heavy with want. Somehow, Evelyn knew that her statement wasn’t entirely true. If she assured her everything was ok, then Isadora would trust her judgment and comply. Isadora looked as lost in desire as she was. Besides, Evelyn wasn’t against a little pain thrown into the mix.
The first contact was nothing short of heavenly. Isadora almost growled at the taste, her nails digging in the soft flesh of Eve’s hips. She was so incredibly wet, the taste flooding her tongue, intoxicating her. Slow and careful went out of the window. She'd needed this just as much as the blonde.
Evelyn’s hand flew to Isadora’s curls, grasping harder than she intended. An apology formed on her tongue but was replaced by a loud unguarded moan at the feeling of Isadora’s tongue delving deeper inside her. Her back arched, her ribs screaming at the stretch.
Isadora froze, all her senses trained on Evelyn’s response, her mouth hovering over her heat. Evelyn whined, loud, unashamed, her fingers tightening in her red curls. “Please, please don’t stop.” she said, her voice shaking, her mesmerizing eyes trained on Isadora’s own darkened gaze.
The buildup was agonizingly slow, every movement, every flick of her tongue designed to unravel the blonde further, without tipping her towards the release she so desperately seeked. The air was filled with Evelyn’s heavy breaths and gasps along with her soft pleas.
She was squirming in Isadora’s grasp, but her frantic movements stood no chance against the werewolf's strength. Her hips were firmly pinned to the bed, and even as one of Isadora’s hands slid down, Evelyn was still unable to arch into the sheets.
“Breath Evelyn..” She whispered, her lips brushing against her clit before kissing it and gently sucking.
She gasped, her eyes widening at the feel of the older woman's fingers slowly pressing inside her. She threw her head back, her lips parted and a loud moan escaped them when the redhead’s fingers curled inside her , brushing against that one spot that drove her completely mad. “God look at you, so pliable, you’re close aren’t you baby.”
Her voice was so raw, raspy and breathless. Evelyn could almost hear the struggle of self control the musician was currently experiencing. It was so unbelievably hot, she couldn’t think straight, not coherent words could pass her lips. She nodded, a spasm of pleasure raking through her body and pulling a moan that sounded a lot more like a plea than anything else.
Isadora smiled, and Evelyn swore she could come from this sight alone. It was so predatorial, possessive, and her eyes screamed “mine, all mine.” All it took was a few more expert thrust, and Evelyn’s world turned upside down.
“Oh no no, Evelyn look at me.” Isadora said, the vibration of her words sending sparks right through her. “I want your eyes on me.” And so she did.
Release washed over her, overtaking every nerve ending of her fragile body. And those eyes, those dark hypnotic eyes trapping her gaze. Her breath caught. She couldn’t look away.
Isadora brought her down gently, gathering every last drop of her on her tongue. Evelyn whined at the loss of her touch, but the sound was quickly interrupted by Isadora’s lips. She groaned at the taste and pulled her impossibly closer.
Her hands slipped down her body, but were quickly caught. « No, no, you need to rest.” Isadora mumbled against her lips. “You wanted to teach tomorrow? You’re staying put for the rest of the night.”
“But that’s…”
“No.” Evelyn froze at the older woman’s tone. It was firm, final, and sent a shiver of want along Evelyn’s spine. It seemed that for the rest of the night, Isadora concentrated all her power into teasing the blonde relentlessly. Her touch lingered a little longer, her kisses hungrier, and she even stole the blonde’s sweater, pairing it with only a pair of very sheer panties.
It was torture, pure and simple, and it showed Evelyn that if she ever had the brilliant idea to go against the head of music when it came to her wellbeing, it would only bring her the sweetest of punishments.
. During your end of session rush, she asks you to stay over at her place. That way, you won’t have to worry about cooking or anything other than your thesis.
. She makes you tea, an impressive amount, because she believes it is healthier than the amount of coffee you would otherwise drink.
. She built you a playlist of your favorite pianists, because she knows you can’t work in complete silence or when the music playing has lyrics
. Sometimes, she’ll even play for you, but she finds out quickly that it only distracts you. How could you focus on your thesis when she’s right there, her fingers skillfully flying over the keys, completely entranced by the melody.
. You have trouble sleeping at night, your mind spinning and filled with ways to improve the fluidity of your text or a different avenue you had not talked about yet.
. She’ll hold you, her hand raking through your hair or fingers tracing shapes on your back until she feels you breathing even out and your body goes limp against hers.
. Sometimes, you’re too wired. Nothing can calm your mind, no amount of herbal tea, calm music or even Isadora’s soothing touch. In those moments, she knows you need to be tired out.
. She holds you down, completely and utterly at her mercy, and she’ll tease you until all you can remember is her name.
. She could spend hours, her tongue between your legs, tasting the results of her languid ministrations.
. She’ll leave you speechless, body completely drained and mind occupied with her and only her.
. At your graduation ceremony, she’s the loudest in the crowd. How could she not be, her beautiful girl is now rewarded for all her hard work and efforts.
. She also loves that she gets to call you doctor Y/LN. Even if she’d rather call you Dr. Capri… but all in due time…
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
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- A/N - First of, thank you for your patience, juggling the end of term, work and the fact that I tore my MCL made finding time to write pretty hard. I'm trying my best and I hope you'll bear with me for what's still in store for this story!
Evelyn stood alone, in a long corridor lined with cells. A loud, familiar roar, which sent a jolt of panic up her spine, bounced against the walls. A wolf at the end of the corridor. A loud bark, then it took off.
A room with machines, a name written on the wall, Lois. Cell doors lined up, screams and pleas echoing all around, so much sadness. On one of the machines, a crow, its eye white, scarred. Another flash, another hallway, a tall window, Wednesday Addams standing in front of it and at the other end of the corridor, a grotesque creature, the hyde.
Suddenly, the contact was severed between Evelyn and Wednesday. When the blonde opened her eyes, she was met with a wide eyed young woman. For the first time, she could see something akin to vulnerability haunting those normally lifeless eyes. She reached out again, only for Wednesday to move her hand rapidly away, stunning the older woman.
“Thank you Miss Rostand.” She said getting up stiffly. “This has been most insightful.” She said, walking rapidly towards the door and leaving before Evelyn had the chance to add anything.
Then again, she didn’t know what she could possibly say. She had no idea what or where this place was, but all she knew was that it was somehow connected to the avian that had attacked her, and that her student was most likely in danger. So Evelyn did what she found the most logical, even if she had been dreading this moment for a while now. She went to principal Weems.
Normally, she would have laughed at Larissa’s expression. It wasn’t often that the tall rigid woman was taken by surprise and usually Evelyn was proud whenever she managed to break her carefully controlled exterior. But with their last interaction, Evelyn was certainly not happy to have to reach out to the woman.
“Evelyn, I wasn’t expecting you today.” She said, in a surprised tone.
“This is not a friendly visit,” She said, her tone sharp. “We need to talk about Miss Addams.”
Larissa exhaled loudly. “Of course, come in.” The principal’s quarters were somewhat of a myth amongst the people of Nevermore. Few were the ones invited in the confines of the principal’s quarters, and unfortunately for them, it was never a good thing whenever you were summoned there.
For Evelyn it was different. She had never been scared of Larissa Weems, nor was she intimidated by her status as the principal. So when the taller woman opened her door to let her pass, it was with confident strides that she entered the woman’s lair.
“This has gotten out of hand.” She said, making herself comfortable on the older woman’s couch. The space was as regal and polished as the woman inhabiting it, but Evelyn did not linger on the details of the new found space. She wanted to spend as little time as she could with the principal, therefore, she had to jump straight into the heart of the matter.
“Wednesday Addams has been conducting her own investigation regarding Sheriff Galpin’s demise and the murderous flock of crows.” She began. “And somehow, she has lost her sight and she was at my door asking me to help her regain her abilities.”
Larissa stood in the middle of her living room, not sure how to react to the sudden appearance of the blonde in her living space. “ Did you?” She asked, perplexed.
Evelyn raised her brow “ That is why you brought me here, no?” She asked condescendingly, “You needed another seer to entertain the Addams girl, don’t be surprised when she comes knocking at my door demanding advise.” Evelyn said. She had never been a venomous person, but in this particular case, when she still felt used and betrayed by someone she trusted, she allowed herself to be a little more cutthroat.
“What happened?” Larissa said, taking a seat on the chair opposite to the history teacher.
“She came to me asking if I could use my sight to find out why she had lost hers. The girl is desperate to regain her abilities. I refused the first time, but then she came back.”
Evelyn paused, loving how powerless the older woman looked. “Today she barged into my quarters again, unveiling details about her investigation that worried me greatly.” Evelyn said, putting aside her own feelings to try and focus on the matter at hand.
“So in order to understand the situation better, I had to see for myself.” Evelyn launched into a detailed explanation of what she had witnessed in her vision, and of what Wednesday had shared with her. Deep down, she knew the young girl was holding back crucial facts, manipulating the truth expertly in order to obtain exactly what she needed from her. She was smart, driven and reckless, a very dangerous mix.
“Do you know of any places that could correspond to the one I have seen?”
Larissa took a second to think. Evelyn could see the dilemma forming in her eyes. The principal is a very secretive woman, comfortable in her scheming and plotting. Sharing information, working with other parties, trusting someone else with her plans, this was clearly something that required a great deal of effort.
But somehow, the clear struggle in the woman's eyes did not wake even an ounce of pity in the seer. This was the ultimate test for her. She waited patiently, legs crossed, head tilted and her haunting gaze fixed on her old professor.
Finally, a sigh, a sort of surrender from the taller woman. She slouched in her chair. This was the first time Evelyn saw her old professor’s facade break. “The place you speak of,” She started, stopping herself mid-sentence, as if her own body was blocking her mind from unveiling what she knew. But she went on nonetheless. “ It could very well be the Willow Hill institute.”
“Why in the world would Wednesday end up at the Willow Hill Institute.” Evelyn asked perplexed.
“Your guess is as good as mine, Evelyn.” Larissa said, her hands coming up to rub at her temples. “She has a way of appearing wherever trouble happens.”
“Well, as of right now, I believe her investigation is at a dead end, which could mean two things.” Evelyn said, worry steadily growing inside her. “Either she halts her search, or she will resort to desperate measures to seek the truth.”
“And we both know which is more likely.” The silence that followed this knowledge was heavy, the only sound being the crackling of the fireplace.
“I’ll keep an eye on the girl.” Evelyn declared, standing up swiftly. “She needs me, for my ability, she’ll be back, I’ll keep her close.”
“Wait,” Larissa said, getting up with you. “Evelyn please I… ,” She stopped once again. Evelyn froze, a hand near the door, ready the exit at any instant.
“Thank you for coming to me.” She finally said. They both knew that this was not what Evelyn wanted to hear. This was not what needed to be said, but the woman was too proud to apologize and sadly, Evelyn wasn’t surprised. She exited the room feeling more drained than she had in a long time.
Evelyn’s leg kept bouncing under her desk. Thursday was her slow day. With only one class to teach around mid day, she had plenty of time for correction and lesson planning. Normally, she would either put on a little music on the record player in her classroom and work from there, or she would commandeer one of the students' desks in the music room and work with the music professor on her free periods. Today though, Isadora had engagements with the gala’s orchestra and plenty of private lessons to get out of the way. This meant not seeing the alluring woman before late during the evening, when she would be back from the institute.
Sure Evelyn was unhappy with the fact that she wouldn’t get the chance to see Isadora today, but this was not why she felt so uneasy. There was something lingering in the air around her. A feeling akin to anticipation, like something could jump out at any moment. Evelyn had the feeling that today wasn’t like any day, and she didn’t not like this one bit.
By the end of the afternoon, the seer’s heart was beating at an abnormally high pace. She could not stand still, she was left alone, in her quarters, pacing, a cup of tea in hand. If she kept at it much longer, there was a very high chance the floor boards underneath her feet would bare the marks of her pacing.
The sound of a door closing pulled the blonde out of her stupor. She lunged towards the door, pulling it open and startling the head of music.
Isadora’s hand shot up clenching her necklace while a gasp escaped her lips. “Eve, you almost killed me!” She said, her eyes wide and fingers fidgeting with her necklace.
“I’m sorry, I just…” she was out of breath, and she didn’t know why. Her eyes raked over the woman’s silhouette. She looked so good. The familiar leopard print blouse hugged her figure so well and showed a tasteful amount of cleavage. Evelyn momentarily forgot why she had burst out of her quarters and promptly pulled the older woman in for a bruising kiss.
Isadora’s surprise quickly turned into a pleased groan as she dropped her handbag in order to tangle her hands in blonde locks. It would be so easy for the redhead to get lost in the softness of Evelyn’s lips, but a small, anxious voice inside her head had to remind her that she was expected, and she was late.
“Slow down darling,” she said, a hand of the blonde’s heaving chest. Isadora paused, her heightened senses pickling up on the frantic beat of the seer’s heart. “Evelyn what’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes narrowing with worry.
Evelyn looked down at the delicate hand resting on her chest, then back up to those wide honey eyes. “Just… be careful tonight, something isn’t right, I can feel it.”
Isadora took the blonde’s cold hand in hers, bringing it to her lips. “I will be, thank you.” She picked up her bag and gave her hand one last squeeze.
“I’m running late now, can I come over when I get back?” She asked, her voice getting smaller.
Evelyn smiled. “Of course, I’ll leave the door unlocked in case you get back after I turn in.” She watched the older woman walk away hastily, the same feeling of unease lingering in her mind. But still the seer stepped back into her space, doing her best to focus her energy into something productive instead.
She had finally settled at her desk, lesson plans scattered all around her, when frantic knocks resonated in the quiet space. Her heart jumped in her chest. There was something wrong, and it was beginning to unfold.
There was a young girl at her door. Eyes wide, flaming red hair and a panicked look on her face. “Wednesday is in Willow Hill, something is going on over there. She said to tell you if anything happened.”
Of course she was. Evelyn closed her eyes for a second, a flash of pain echoing behind her eye. She knew that pain, and she did not like it one bit. “ Go to Weems, tell her I left already, tell her everything you know and stay put.” Evelyn said, grabbing her jacket and closing the door behind her.
“Miss Rostand…?” Evelyn turned around, suddenly realizing how confused the young girl must be. She stopped, trying to school away the frantic expression on her face. “What’s your name?”
“Agnes.”
“Listen Agnes, I have a feeling that someone needs to go over there right away. What I need you to do is notice the principal that something is wrong at Willow Hill and Wednesday Addams is involved. Tell her that I am already on my way over there. She’ll know what to do ok?.” She said slower, making sure the girl understood what she needed of her. “You did well coming to me, Agnes.”
She said leaving towards the nurse practitioner's quarters. When she reached his quarters, the man opened the door before she could even knock.
“Here,” he said, handing her the keys to his car. “I could hear your thoughts from across the wing.” he said, with an apologetic look, but right now, Evelyn did not care for the privacy of her mind, she was glad she did not need to explain anything.
She had no recollection of the road to the institute, nor did she know just how she knew the way to this place without even having heard of it. There was no one at the gate, which made the blonde’s heart plummet down. All the lights were out, giving the massive building this air of menace.
From outside, Evelyn could hear the faint screams coming from the building. She rushed inside, her heart torn between finding her student , or finding Isadora. She knew what she needed to do. Isadora was a big girl, she could handle herself, she needed to focus on the young psychic. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and trying to tune out all the noise around.
A flash blinded her sight. The same room with all the cells. The same name on the wall, and that awful feeling, pulling her forward in the depths of the institute. It was chaos all around, people screaming and running towards the closest exit. The patient doors had all been released, creating a kind of dizzying chaos. But still Evelyn followed her guts and advanced. The deeper she went, the less people passed her, to the point where the history professor was left alone in the dark corridors.
The silence was oppressive, as if the building itself was holding its breath. As soon as she set foot in the hallway, she was hit with a familiar sense, like she’d been here before. At the other end of the hallway stood a woman. She looked disheveled, in bad shape with a girl at her side, supporting her.
Relief flooded the blonde as she carefully made her way towards the women. “Miss Addams, we need to get out of here, now.” Evelyn said, her voice sharp. Now was not the time to linger on the exact reasons of her presence within these walls, or the identity of the woman by her side. The urgency was to get the young girl out of this place, and fast, because if Evelyn was right, according to her vision, nothing good would come from them lingering in this hallway.
Right as the thought floated in her mind, a deep guttural growl echoed in the space. “ Wednesday, get out now.” But the younger woman did not move.
“He’s out,” She said, her tone a lot more calm and in control than it should be. She didn’t move, an expression on her face that could only mean a bigger headache for Evelyn. She turned around, facing the girl, trying to convey as much firmness in her voice as she could.
“Get out, Now.” Wednesday froze. Evelyn Rostand was not a particularly intimidating woman, but in this instant, with her mismatched eyes piercing through her, Wednesday recognized that she could not ignore the command she had been given. She turned around, escorting the woman outside.
Isadora stood outside the institute. The eerie red emergency lights illuminating the windows, giving the already strange place a haunting look. She watched as the patients and staff pooled out of every entrance. She had narrowly escaped the frenzy, but now that she was outside, safe, all her senses were on high alert.
A familiar silhouette captured her attention. She’d recognize those braids anywhere. Her anxiety spiked. She made her way through the crowd, reaching her student.
“Miss Addams what in the love of god are you doing here.” She asked, anger seeping in her tone.
“No time for such explanations.” She said, her eyes serious. “Miss Rostand is inside, she’s in a perilous predicament.”
Her heart stopped. Evelyn was here, alone. She focused her senses seeking the familiar scent of the woman she had grown so attached to. It was faint, but there, but it was something else that caught her attention. A foul stench, something primal, dangerous. Isadora knew that smell well, and the recognition made her blood curdle. She didn’t think, she just ran.
Evelyn watched as the tall, deformed shadow stretched on the wall. She was frozen in place, stuck between the visceral need to run, and the paralyzing fear that bolted her feet to the ground. A deafening roar shook her to her core. The sound sent a shiver down her spine, which pulled her out of her torpor. She had hoped that she would only come face to face with this beast in her vision. Hell, the sight of it in her mind was enough to rattle her. But now, she was face to face with it, and all logic flew out of the window.
It turned towards her, its massive frame barely fitting in the hallway. She knew it could see her, its grotesque, bulging eyes fixed on her. She didn’t move, some part of her brain wondering if she could escape its wrath by staying completely still. But of course it could not be as simple as this. The hyde roared and launched itself in the narrow corridor, destroying the ceiling arches on its wake. Evelyn finally moved, just in time to get herself out of the way before the beast reached her.
She ran down the other way, her heart echoing her rapid steps. She knew it was getting close. She could hear its frantic breath, feel the impact of each of its steps. She ducted down, narrowly missing the swipe of its claws. She veered into a narrow corridor, the beast still on her tail. Over all the noise, she heard Isadora's voice. She called her name with such fear clinging to it. Evelyn’s feet ran towards it. Isadora meant safety, it meant that she had a chance to escape this thing.
Behind her the hyde was getting more and more frantic. Frustrated by its inability to reach her. It roared again, hitting the wall with its fist, sending ceramic and wood splinters towards the blonde. A piece hit her leg, embedding itself in her calf, sending her to the ground with a pained scream. She had been so close to the exit. She could see the police light at the end of the main hallway. She could hear the steps of the officers running towards the commotion. But the monster was towering over her now, its massive clawed hands wrapping around her body and lifting her from the ground, squeezing so hard she heard her own ribs crack.
Shouts echoed from across the hallway, one voice clearer above all. “ Evelyn!”
The creature’s focus faltered for a second, its bulging eyes shifting towards the werewolf, her presence and scent further antagonizing the beast. Its grip tightened around her, pulling a pained scream from her lips.
Isadora froze at the sight. The hyde was now looking straight at her, with Evelyn still in its grasp. She knew how volatile and impulsive these things could be. So she moved slowly towards them. But it seemed her werewolf scent alone was enough to unsettle it further. It roared towards her, exposing its horrible sharp teeth.
Behind her, the fleet of armed officers stopped, their weapons raised and ready. Isadora could feel their fear rising, and fear, in situations like these, more often than not lead to impulsive and uncalculated decisions, like firing your gun at a very unstable creature.
A rookie most likely. A young man who had never seen, even in his worst nightmares, such an evil looking creature. He had let his fear dictate his actions, without thinking of the dire consequence they could bring.
The shot resonated in the corridor, and hit the hyde in its shoulder. Isadora watched it all in slow motion. They way the creature lost all its inhibitions. How it dropped Evelyn’s body to focus entirely on its new targets. She was motionless on the ground, and now that she was out of the hyde’s grasp, officers discharged their weapons on the beast, driving it to escape through the window.
Everything became still again, eerily so. No one dared move an inch. Isadora’s ears were ringing from gunshots, but her mind kept replaying Evelyn’s scream. She wasn’t moving. Isadora listened for a heart beat, finding a faint one. She had to get her out of here, and fast.
. She doesn’t understand the appeal of running. Sure whenever she’s out on the full moon, she enjoys running around in the forest to get all her pent up energy out, but that’s in her wolf form, and only once a month.
. Most mornings, she wakes up to an empty bed and a sweet little note saying you’ll be back in an hour. She makes sure fresh coffee is brewing and breakfast started when you get back.
. She refuses to hug you before you take a shower, which results in you chasing her in your little loft, trying to trap her in your sweaty arms.
. When you tell her you registered for the Jericho marathon, she looks at you like you’ve grown a second head. It's pretty fitting she thinks, since you are the phys ed's teacher, but still, there are limits to wanting to torture yourself that much.
. She might not understand why you love running so much, but she’s the most supportive girlfriend.
. She makes you a playlist that follows the tempo of your goal time for your race, so all you’ll have to do is follow the beat of the songs while running.
. She updates it often so you always have something different to listen to when you’re out training.
. She bought little packs of electrolytes that she hides in your desk and in you office.
. When you reach the last stretch of your training, and your limbs are stuck in a perpetual soreness that makes everyday tasks hard. She draws you warm baths and offers to massage away your pain and helps you relax... In whatever way you need.
. The race is in the fall, and on race day, she's there at the starting line, bundled up in warm clothes, cheering and jumping up and down her beautiful curls bouncing in the wind. You're smiling, so caught up in her beauty that you almost miss the start.
. She the first thing you look for when the finish line appears at the end. She's not hard to pick out in a crowd, her flowing copper curls the perfect land mark. But what completely baffles you, is that she had managed to tell half of the school about your achievement. And now she wasn't the only one cheering for you. All your students were present with signs, bells and various noisy items, making sure their teacher knew just how much they appreciate her and admire her.
. You run straight to her when you cross the finish line, and this time, she doesn't push you away because of how sweaty you are . You're beaming, lifting her up and twirling her around, before letting her go and giving her a quick kiss (kept it pg-13 with all your students around.)
. You will make sure she knows how much you love and appreciate her later tonight, the confines of your shared quarters ;)
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ oh it's filthy... yes ma'am
Evelyn's back connected with the door so hard her breath knocked out of her, but breathing was certainly not her priority at the moment, not when she had the head of music pressed against her, her hands pulling frantically at her clothes.
She barely had the time to get her breathing back to a semblance of normality before Isadora's lips collided with hers once more.
The kiss was hungry, desperate, it burnt with all the desires they had kept buried within, but now the gates were opened, and everything was flooding out. Isadora's tongue darted out, licking her bottom lip then biting down slightly. Evelyn whimpered, her knees buckling under her.
The hard surface behind her and the steady hands at her waist held her up, as she reached up and tangled her hands in her copper strands. She pulled the clip out of Isadora's hair, letting it fall loose on her shoulders.
She pulled away, her breath ragged and her eyes so darker with desire Evelyn moaned at the sight. She looked wild, untamable and positively ravenous.
She raised her hand, her fingers brushing away a strand of blonde hair which had escaped from her bun, her fingers caressing down her cheek, following her jaw line and the column of her neck, to finally settle at the base. Her fingers wrapped along her delicate throat, without applying pressure, but steady enough for the younger woman to know who was truly in control.
"If you want to come in, you're gonna have to let me open the door darling." She whispered, her hand gliding down on her heaving chest, before putting some distance between her and the history professor. It took a second for Evelyn to register the words, but she eventually moved away from the door.
The room looked different at night. The floor to ceiling windows let the moonlight filter in, giving the room a surreal look. Isadora stepped in and walked straight to the dresser, where a few candles were lying around.
She lit a few, bathing the room in a warm glow. It was just bright enough for Evelyn to be able to see clearly, and gave the space a very warm, hypothesizing feeling.
Isadora stalked closer, coming face to face with the younger woman, who was currently struggling to keep a modicum of control.
She circled around her, positioning herself right behind her, her hands on her hips, holding her in place. She could feel her breath brush against the skin of her neck before soft lips made contact, raising goose bumps along the way. She reached the shell of her ear, where she nibbled softly. "What are you waiting for, Evelyn?" She whispered.
That was all the blonde needed. She spun around, pulling her in a bruising kiss. Isadora groaned against her, but the sound was swallowed by her eager lips.
She grabbing her hand and guiding her to the sofa, where she sat and dragged the older woman down on top of her.
The weight of her felt divine, and the view, oh it took her breath away. Evelyn didn't get much time to admire her, because her sight was soon obstructed by her sweater being gently pulled off of her.
Unwilling to offer the same courtesy to her white shirt, Isadora simply gripped both sides and ripped it open, not caring about the flying buttons or Evelyn's indignant face. " I'll lend you one of mine," she said, before connecting their lips once again.
This time, the kiss was slower, but still burned with unbridled passion and heat. Isadora took her time mapping out her lips, memorizing her taste, and swallowed every little whimper escaping the blonde's lips. Her hands that were resting on her shoulders glided down, brushing against the flush skin of her chest, and raking down Evelyn's hard abdomen. The younger woman moaned at the feeling of her nails scratching her skin.
Evelyn's fingers clumsily reached for the buttons of Isadora's blouse, but the older woman caught her hands and laid them on her thighs. She leaned away, smiling at the needy whimper that escaped Evelyn's lips. " Don't move." She said, her voice leaving no space for arguments.
She gave the younger woman one last kiss before leaning back once again, her fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse one by one.
Even if Evelyn wanted to move, she was frozen in place, hypnotized by the divine sight before her. Those beautiful dark eyes pinned her right there, and all she could do was watch. It took so much out of her to leave her hands on her thighs, every single ounce of control left inside her was focused on this simplest task. She finally slipped the garment off her shoulders, leaving her in her bra and jeans.
Evelyn moaned at the sight, her grip tightening on her thighs, making the woman on top of her sigh. "Please..."
The plea was soft, barely understandable if it weren't for Isadora's heightened senses. "Please what darling."
"I want to touch you." Evelyn whispered, her eyes so full of need it shocked the redhead. She took one of her hands and brought it to her mouth, where she left open mouthed kisses on her fingers, her eyes never leaving Evelyn's mismatched ones.
"Isadora please, let me, please."
"How can I say no when you beg so nicely." She said, guiding your hand on her chest. At the contact, Evelyn lost all inhibitions. Her hand that was laying on her thigh flew to her back and quickly unhooked her bra. The piece of fabric was hastily disposed of and her hand slid down to the woman's side and settled on her hips. Her eyes had found Isadora's chest and she looked up a question in her eyes.
The answer came in the form of Isadora's hands tangling in her soft curls and dragging her towards her breast. Without any hesitation, Evelyn started peppering wet kisses, and nibbling away at the new expense of skin.
Isadora's back arched, pushing herself closer to the professor. The deep groan that escaped her was enough to make her go wild. She sucked harshly, making sure to leave her make on her milky skin.
The hands in her hair tightened, encouraging her to slowly inch lower, where her hardened nipples lay waiting. She pulled one between her lips, kissing it softly, showing a lot more control than she thought she had.
But Isadora wasn't as patient as she had been. She pulled her hair, detaching her lips from her chest. "Take everything you need." She said, her eyes burning with desire.Evelyn did not need more incentives. She dove back in, scraping her teeth on her nipple and sucking it in, while her other hand busied itself with her other breast. She nibbled and sucked, the mix of pain and pleasure intoxicating.
Evelyn let her nipple go with a little pop, before switching, giving the same kind of attention to the other one. Isadora gasped, her tongue relentless on her skin sending jolts of pleasure through her whole body. Evelyn's hands slowly made their descent, going down the smooth skin of her abdomen before reaching down to the zipper of her jeans.
Isadora stood up, ignoring the whine of disapproval coming from Evelyn and lowered her jeans, leaving her in only her panties. She then walked towards her again, and reached down in order to rid the younger woman of her pants as well, before walking back a little bit just so she could see the mess she had created.
Isadora smiled at the sight.
Evelyn Rostand. The serious, mysterious Outcast History professor. The seemingly untouchable seer, left a half naked, begging mess on her couch. A sight to behold.
She climbed back on the blonde, lowering herself on one of her muscular thighs. The contact pulled a loud moan from both women, which was swallowed by another hungry kiss.
Evelyn could feel just how much the older woman was affected. It made her feel dizzy with want. She grabbed her hips and guided her into a slow grind, helping her smear her wetness on her thigh.
Her gaze was stuck there, admiring the movement of her hips, and the wet sheen left on her. She felt warm fingers lift her chin, and soft lips brush against the shell of her ear. Soft whimpers echoed against her, which fuelled her further, wanting to hear more of those melodic sounds.
Her hand brushed her inner thighs, pulling her panties aside and gliding through her slick heat, making the woman on top of her gasp.
Her hips rocked harder against her hand seeking more friction. Evelyn's finger soon found her clit and began to draw tight circles, drawing a wanton moan from the head of music.
"Evelyn," She whispered her name with so much need, "I need you now." She said, her tone sharp and demanding. The last thing Evelyn wanted, was to make the musician wait any longer.
She slid two fingers forward, entering her in a smooth motion. Evelyn kissed her, swallowing the loud moan that escaped her lips. The kiss was messy, hungry, and consuming. Isadora pulled away slightly, leaning her forehead against the blonde's.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she could feel the pleasure climbing within her. Her hips became more demanding, more frantic, as she rode her fingers frantically. Evelyn let her control the pace, letting her use her as she pleased, admiring the way the musician took what she needed without shame, owning her pleasure fully.
Isadora's orgasm creeped in on her, growing steadily until the pressure became too much. Her hips stuttered, relief flooding her body, overwhelming her senses and making her lose all her control. Her head dropped in the crook of the blonde's neck, biting down, hard.
Evelyn moaned loudly, loving the mix of pain and the pleasure that coursed through her at the knowledge that she had this beautiful woman completely unraveling on top of her.
Slowly, the older woman's hips slowed to a deep grind. She pulled away, still panting , looking like a true goddess, all wild and inhibited. Evelyn was starstruck, in complete awe of her. She was at her mercy, ready to burn for her.
And just when she thought this moment could not get any more overwhelming, Isadora rose from her lap, and kneeled in front of her.
Evelyn's jaw was on the floor.
Isadora reached for the hand that had just been between her legs and pulled her fingers between her lips, sucking her juice from them.
Evelyn must've died that night at the camp, or maybe she was still asleep, because there was no way that this was the reality and not a fragment of her deepest filthiest fantasies.
She let her fingers go with a lude pop and Evelyn reached for the back of her neck to bring their lips together. Her tongue darted out licking into her needing to taste her on her tongue. A hand pushed her back, pinning her to the sofa.
She gasped at the strength as she collided with the backrest. Isadora looked up, and the sheer hunger in her gaze struck her deep, igniting something low in her stomach.
Her hands landed on the blonde's thighs and glided up until they reached the blonde's thong. Evelyn lifted her hips allowing her to slide the ruined garment off of her. Her nails dug in her thighs and pulled them apart, exposing her dripping center.
The scent hit the redhead, and her mind went blank. Evelyn saw the change in her eyes, they went impossibly darker and unfocused. She leaned down kissing inside her thighs, nibbling at the skin and marking her.
Hands tangled in copper strands, guiding her head where Evelyn desperately needed her. Isadora did not resist, diving in like a starved woman. She lapped greedily, tongue pushing between her lips and moaning at the taste. The sound reverberated through the blonde, making her gasp.
Evelyn's head flew back as a loud moan echoed in the room. She had never been one to be loud in bed, but Isadora seemed to be hellbent on shattering her own certainties.
She had no mercy, like she could not afford to waste a single drop. She groaned against Evelyn's clit, the vibration sending jolts through her. Her own body was in overdrive, heat and tension flowing through her muscles and making her lose her grip on reality.
Isadora clung to her thighs like it was the only thing that anchored her in the moment, keeping Evelyn's legs spread without any difficulty.
She peaked down at the older woman, and the sight alone threw her over the edge. Her eyes were unfocused, feral. She was drunk on her, completely taken by her taste. She groaned deeply as she kept eating her out like it was what she was put on the earth to do. Isadora knew that from this moment, she was ruined. She was right where she belonged, and she could stay here for hours, lost in the taste and scent of her.
Evelyn's hand flew to her mouth, muffling her cries as her orgasm crashed hards. Isadora slowed down helping the blonde come down slowly, but she did not stop.
She kept lapping at her heat, quickly building the professor up for a second one.
"Isadora, please I can't..." She whined, her hand tangling in soft curls and pulling slightly. She groaned, her nails digging in her thighs, sending a shock through her body.
"Yes you can darling, I know you can." She whispered against her heat. "One more for me please, can you do that?" She asked in an almost condescending tone. Evelyn nodded quickly, already feeling the high crawling back up her spine.
It didn't take long for Evelyn to fall over the edge once more, and this time, she practically had to pry the woman away from her. She looked completely feral, her chin and lips glistening with her slick. She pulled her up and connected her lips in a hungry kiss, tasting herself on the redhead's tongue.
Isadora pulled away and stood up, in all her glory. "Get up, I am not done with you yet."
Evelyn usually woke up before the sun, her quarters always pitch black, thanks to her blackout curtains that didn't even let the moonlight peek through. But this morning was quite different. The bright morning light was shining right in the blonde's face as she groaned and buried her face deeper into the warmth of her bed. But something was off, this did not feel like her own bed.
The sheets were silky smooth, nothing to do with the basic cotton sheets of her bed, but the most noticeable difference was the fact that she currently had her face buried in someone's neck. Someone, who smelled like the forest and amber. She was so warm, so soft, and Evelyn could feel herself melt at the feeling of her arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer in her sleep.
She ran her hand on her midriff, wrapping around the older woman and letting herself drift deeper in this blissful state.
Isadora stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open only to have her line of sight completely obstructed by a wild mane of blonde curls. She pulled one of her arms free to brush away the honey colored strands. The woman on top of her stirred , a soft sigh escaping her lips and tickling the ginger slightly. Isadora froze at the movement. The woman currently lying on her was bare, the covers had lowered, showing off the bare skin of her back, where an array of tattoos littered the smooth skin.
She took a deep calming breath, attempting to tame her rapidly growing desire. The arm which was wrapped around her back slid up slowly, living goosebumps in their wake. A soft moan escaped the blonde's lips at the touch.
"I didn't know you had tattoos." Isadora whispered, tracing the designs with the tips of her fingers.
"Only on my back."
"It's beautiful, like a canvas." She traced the letters etched on her ribs. "Hard work conquers all"
"You speak latin?"
"A lot of early music was written in latin, darling." The nickname had the blonde's cheek grow warm. She buried her face deeper, if that was even possible.
"That's attractive." She said, her voice muffled. Isadora laughed fondly .
"Do they all have a special meaning?"
"Mhm,"
"What about this one," Sha asked, her fingers moving towards the fern leaf on her shoulderblade.
"My dad..." Evelyn started, her voice a little shaky, "He was a simple man, he loved the woods, spent most of his free time hiking and taking care of the little forest at the back of our house. He used to show me the different plants and trees. For some reason, he loves ferns the most." She said, pulling herself up and resting her chin on the older woman's chest, so she could look her in the eyes. "How can you look this divine so early in the morning?"
Isadora giggled slightly, but her laugh morphed into a pleasurable sight when she felt warm lips leaving kisses on her breast. "Evelyn, don't you have a class to teach in an hour?" She said, already breathless.
"Hmm, don't worry, I won't take long, I'm a hard worker." She said with a smirk, slowly trailing down her body.
Evelyn was always put together, always in one of her crisp suits, hair and makeup on point, always early in her class and ready when the first student would cross the threshold. But this morning was different.
Evelyn barely made it on time to her own class, her suit slightly rumpled and her hair pulled up hastily with what she would realize later was Isadora's clip. The looks on her students' faces were comical to say the least. They had never seen their teacher this disorganized before. Most of them shrugged it off, but two girls did not let this matter go so easily.
"Something is going on with Miss Rostand." Enid pointed out, her eyes narrowing, analysing the woman before her, her flushed cheeks, the way the collar of her shirt was awkwardly stuck inside her jacket, the darker spot on her neck that she had clearly tried to hide.
Enid recognized the signs, and a wide smile broke on her features. "Miss Rostand's getting some." She heard Bianca's laugh behind her and turned around. "I mean, look at her." She said with a smile. "She's glowing."
"Miss Sinclair, Miss Barclay, do you have a question regarding the class?" Evelyn asked, her brow raised. The young werewolf turned around sheepishly. "No Miss, sorry."
The rest of the class passed in a blur for the professor. She had not planned anything for her first period so she had to improvise on the spot, but she found that these type of classes always ended up being the ones the students participated in the most. It's like they can feel how much the professor was dedicated to her subject.
Lunch arrived without the blonde looking at her watch. The only indicator was the feeling of hunger growing with every dissertation she corrected. But she could not let this surge of productivity go to waste, so she pushed through the hunger and kept working. Just before her first afternoon class, David came around with lunch, saying that he had spoken with the music teacher and they had a feeling that she wouldn't have eaten anything. She smiled at how much the two knew her and took the time to eat and chat with the nurse before her next period.
Evelyn was relieved to see that Isadora had started her morning routine again. She made sure to reach the lake before the blonde. That way she could make sure Evelyn was safe and walk back to the academy with her. She had missed their moments together on the shore, coffee in hand and warmth in their hearts.
"Thursday night, I have to go to the Willow Hill institute. I promised Doctor Fairburn that I would give a little music class to some of the patients." Isadora said, walking beside the blond, her coffee cup held snuggly between her two hands.
Evelyn went rigid. Doctor Fairburn. That was the woman she had seen at the camp, the one that had stood so close to the musician, touched her arm and let her hand linger before leaving. Isadora glanced towards the blonde, how her jaw had clenched, how her eyes had grown darker. A smirk pulled at her lips. "What's the matter darling?"
Evelyn's cheeks burnt at getting caught. "Nothing."
Isadora giggled." Territorial much are we."
"Look who's talking." She retorted.
The older woman stopped, angling herself towards the blonde. "What can I say, I don't like when people mess with what is mine."
If Evelyn was blushing before, now she was a deep shade of red. Her heart skipped a beat and her breathing became that much faster. Isadora smiled and reached out to take her hand.
"Isn't Willow Hill where they brought the zombie?" She asked, " And isn't Tyler Galpin held there as well?" The more she thought about it, the more she could feel panic claw away at her resolve. This was dangerous. She had no real reason to believe so, the zombie would no doubt be held in a secured facility and as for the young hyde, she had had confirmation from the principal that he was held in a special cell that warrants no concern for security. But still. A bad feeling crept up her spine, telling her to stay as far away from this place as possible.
"Yes, but I was assured that both of these problems were managed in the safest way possible." Isadora said, giving the seer's hand a squeeze. " Besides, my class will be held in a completely different wing, I won't even come close to their cells, " she said, as if this piece of information was enough to snuff out any worries.
Evelyn stayed perplexed but let the matter slide for now, choosing to enjoy her morning with the redhead.
Her day started out strong, with exams in both of her morning classes. She spent both her periods correcting the student's midterm projects while keeping an open eye for anyone foolish enough to try and cheat. She took the time to go down to the staff room for lunch and caught up with the other history teachers before heading down the corridor towards the music room. She knew Isadora had rehearsal for the upcoming gala and would likely skip lunch. When she knocked on the door a disheveled, stressed looking redhead opened, her eyes softening as soon as they landed on her.
"I thought you were principal Weems for a second." She said, a hand on her heart. "I feel bad saying this but these kids are nowhere near ready to perform in front of a crowd." She said with a slight panic in her voice.
"It'll be ok, you still have time, and they have you as a teacher, so I am certain they'll excel." The blonde professor said, handing her the paperbag with the sandwich and cup of tea.
"Thank you, you are a dream." Isadora said quickly, surprising Evelyn with a quick peck before disappearing back into the room.
The sun was setting behind the mountains as Evelyn sat down on her windowsill, a cup of tea in one hand and her book in the other. The golden light streamed in, bathing the space in its warmth. Evelyn had not had a quiet night in a long time. But of course, Evelyn Rostand could certainly not catch a break. Not even a chapter deep in her book, and a sharp knock broke the peaceful atmosphere.
"This is the second time you come to my quarters outside of school hours, Miss Addams." Evelyn said once she had opened her door. This time, the Addams girl was dressed in her casual clothes, still all black and white, but there was something different. Something frantic in her normally lifeless eyes.
"Miss Rostand, may I?" She said, her eyebrow raised, wanting to be allowed in. Evelyn hesitated, she knew why the girl had crawled back to her door but this time, something had changed and she had the feeling that she should not turn the girl around. She stepped aside, walking to the small kitchenette.
"Take a seat" she said, pouring a second cup of tea, which she gave to her student. "To what do I own this second visit?" She asked, putting a little more authority in her tone than she felt like she had.
"You wanted to know exactly what was going on." The girl started. "I am willing to share more with you. But this proposition is transactional."
"I need you to help me see. I need my sight back Miss Rostand, please, help me see." There was desperation present in that unnaturally flat tone. Evelyn took a second to think. She could feel the urgency of the situation, and she knew that somehow, her visions were connected to whatever was unfolding with this student. The choice was hard, but she knew that this might just be the only way to truly understand what was going on in the school.
"If I do this, you'll have to explain everything, Wednesday. No omission, no hidden plans. Can I trust you with this?" She said, trying to convey how serious she was through her eyes.
"I accept your terms." Wednesday said, calmly, before launching into her explanations. About her stumbling onto the scene of the murder of Donovan's partner, about his offer of teaming up to investigate a case which could affect the outcast population. How she went back to his house to find him dead by the same means as his partner, about the stalker that had been tailing her, her vision of Enid Sinclair's demise and finally, her visit at the Willow Hill institute, where she had had the brilliant idea of antagonizing a young hyde.
" Oh merde." Wednesday raised her brow at the French cursing, seemingly understanding the meaning.
"Excuse my lack of professionalism, but I think this situation warrants this kind of vocabulary." Evelyn said, a hand nervously raking her hair.
" "Merde" seems like an understatement to our current predicament miss Rostand." Wednesday said curtly.
Evelyn took a deep breath, prepping mentally for what she was about to do. "Give me your hand." She said, holding out hers.
Wednesday simply looked at it, not moving an inch. "Ok, listen, we're going to try something. Sometimes, I'm able to share my visions with someone by touching them. If we follow this logic and the way my abilities work, I should be able to use you as a trigger while simultaneously sharing with you whatever I see." Evelyn said, her voice wavering from her own uncertainty.
Any trace of doubt was quickly erased once Wednesday's hand touched hers. It was like touching a live wire. The young girl's head snapped back instantly and Evelyn's head seemed to explode with blinding pain. She closed her eyes and let the vision take complete control.
. The first time she sees you is at the camp after the zombie incident. You’re there to take her statement but it’s extremely difficult for her to concentrate when a beautiful woman in a uniform is smiling at her.
. She volunteers to bring the student statements at the station just so she can catch a glimpse of you again.
. She deliberately forgets her scarf on your desk, just so she has an excuse to come back and ask you on a proper date.
. She likes to bring you coffee or lunch at the station when you’re stuck working long excruciating hours.
. Your colleagues get jealous of your special treatment and tease you over how much you blush and turn into a complete mess when she comes around.
. She gets worried sick when don’t call her at the end of your shifts, her anxious mind reeling with the most dangerous scenarios.
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. That uniform is going to be the death of her. She loses control whenever she sees hou, all serious and sharp
. One time, you had to stop by the academy to collect some statements, but the musicians felt all control slip and dragged you in her classroom so you could feel just how much you affected her.
. At home, she in revels in the knowledge that such a strong woman falls apart so willingly under her touch.
. She loves to make you beg, tease you until tears are threatening to spill out. She’d circled around where you need her the most, laugh at how pathetic you sound, but once she let’s you go over the edge, she won’t stop until you’re left completely lifeless on the bed, unable to form a single sentence.
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ eventually
“Well, I bet you didn't see that one coming did you?.” David was leaning on the side of the bus, watching with Evelyn the zombie being wheeled into the Willow Hill van.
“Ah ah, never heard that one before.” She said, sending her best eye roll to the nurse.
“But you’re right, this is quite the unusual turn of events.”
Her eyes scanned the crowd and found her. Isadora was next to the van, in conversation with whom Evelyn guessed was one of the doctors in charge. The woman had short curly brown hair and a severe look to her. She was standing oddly close to the head of music, and Evelyn felt a surge of jealousy threatening to take her. She quickly caught herself. She had never been a territorial woman, hell, whatever was happening between the musician and her had no label whatsoever but still, she felt a sort of thread linking her to the musician. Something had changed tonight, she could feel it.
“So, who’s the little asshole that sneaked this creature in?” David laughed at the whispered words.
“One of mine, I'm afraid. Pugsley Addams.”
“Why is everything excruciatingly dangerous always related to one of the Addams children?” She asked, a sigh escaping her swollen lips.
Evelyn turned around, right in time to watch the head of music make her way towards them. She took a sharp breath. The woman before her looked positively pissed, but her anger stirred something rather inappropriate in Evelyn’s mind.
“What made you think it was a good idea to run out like that and take on a zombie by yourself.” The red head said frantically. “You could’ve gotten hurt! Or worse.”
“Well… I didn’t know that it would be a zombie, could’ve been a bear or something.” Evelyn said, cringing at her own attempt at appeasing the older woman.
“Or it could’ve been the very thing we’ve been worried about.” She whispered loudly, finally catching David’s attention. Evelyn sent a glare towards the redhead.
“What are you talking about? Is something going on?” Isadora’s face turned sheepish, red tinting her cheeks.
“Not now David.” Evelyn said, dismissing the man’s question. “We should probably make sure every student is accounted for before a certain fencer throws a fit.”
She said, grabbing the older woman’s hand and giving her a light squeeze before making her way towards her group of students. The gesture did not go unnoticed by the nurse who grabbed the music teacher by her shoulders. “Tell me everything.”
Isadora watched the blonde walk away. She looked so good in those jeans, so comfortable and confident in her casual clothes. “Isa, you’re drooling.”
Her attention snapped back to the man in front of her. “I’m not…” she started, her hands fidgeting with her rings. “Fine maybe, she just … She scared me, just wanna know that she’s alright.”
“I’m sure Evelyn’s legs are fine…” The comment landed the man a nasty slap on his arm. “Ok I deserved that. But seriously, what happened out there?”
Isadora did not quite understand it herself. One moment, she had the blonde seer at her mercy, the next she was watching her run out of the tent. Screams echoed in the campsite as Isadora launched herself after the younger professor. Outside, all hell had broken loose. Students were running towards the parking lot, but she could see the blonde trying to make her way upstream towards the forest, where more screams could be heard.
Isadora felt all the blood drain from her face. Panic took over and she fought against the current to catch up with her. Once she reached the woods, the sight she was met with was even more odd than she could’ve ever imagined.
There stood Wednesday Addams and her mother, both armed with swords and surrounded by torches. Evelyn stood beside the teenager, a hand on her heart and a horrified look on her face. Right in front of them was a creature, pinned against the tree by a sword embedded in its forehead, but the weapon had no real effect on this thing.
It kept thrashing and groaning, completely unaffected. Isadora’s nose scrunched up at the smell of rotting flesh. She grabbed the blonde’s hand and slowly dragged her away, beckoning the two other women to follow. They all stood at a safe distance until the Willow Hill specialists arrived to take away what looked, and smelled, like a true zombie.
It would take a while for the head of music to wrap her head around the events of tonight. Not only regarding the zombie, but also regarding a certain outcast history professor. Now that dust was beginning to settle and the threat was neutralized, Isadora could only blame the younger woman for her elevated heartbeat and need. Watching her helping students load their things in the bus, her cheeks still rosy from either the cold night air, the physical exertion of the events or maybe, just maybe, their time inside the tent, she couldn’t understand how she had spent so much time with this woman without knowing what it felt like to have her helpless and needy.
The ride back to Nevermore was quieter than their arrival. All the students were rather shaken up by the turn of events and the late hour contributed greatly to the deafening silence. Isadora was seated alone at the front, her head resting on the cold window, her eyes heavy and her mind drifting off.
The sun was slowly rising when the two professors reached their respective doors. Evelyn leaned against her door, watching the redhead fumble in her bag to find her keys. It was awfully fast, and Evelyn knew that anyone in their right mind would say their goodbyes and get into their respective rooms, but the urge to burrow deep into the music teacher was strong and her resolve had definitely been weakened with her fatigue.
She walked the few steps that separated her door from hers and gently grabbed her hand. At the touch, Isadora turned around promptly and pulled the blonde in a warm hug. She felt her body melt against her, the tension from the weekend dissipating. Evelyn’s head tilted up, and her hand caught the musician’s chin, bringing her lips to her in a slow tender kiss.
She exhaled at the feeling. Their first kiss had been fire and unbridled want, but this one was different. It still burnt with the same passion, but gone was the hurried feeling. Isadora savored the taste of the blonde’s lips on hers, tried to remember it, have it seared in the confines of her mind. Their breaths were one, mingling together until it became impossible to distinguish where Evelyn started and where Isadora ended. Evelyn whimpered, which was swallowed by the other woman’s lips.
The heat was rapidly rising between them. The intensity increased considerably. Isadora’s lips parted, allowing Evelyn’s tongue to swipe in, deepening the kiss and devouring her in a show of unfiltered desire. Isadora’s knees buckled, and her hands held on the blonde’s shoulders as she let herself lean back on the closed door behind her.
A soft moan escaped the redhead at the impact, which seemed to fuel the younger woman, who took advantage of their position to slide her leg between the redhead’s. Isadora’s head snapped back against the door. “Evelyn…”
Evelyn’s lips migrated to the redhead’s neck, peppering opened mouthed kisses down the expense of skin available. Isadora had to fight hard in order to conjure up a coherent thought, but eventually, a sentence formed itself, escaping her lips in a breathless way.
“Evelyn, wait, right now is not the right time for this…” She said, her sentence cut short by idle hands guiding her hips down on her thigh.
The feeling had her hazel eyes roll back in pleasure, and she almost completely lost her control. “Baby please, wait.”
The name pulled the blonde out of her trance-like state. A pleasurable warmth spread through her at the sound, and she pulled away slightly, allowing the redhead enough room to gather her thoughts. “ We should probably get some sleep and talk about this once we’ve rested a bit.”
“Mhmm, it would probably be the smartest thing to do, yes.” The blonde said, leaning back in while her hands guided the older woman’s hips back on her thigh. She was so beautiful, leaning back on the door, her unfocused eyes trained on her, visibly trying to fight what she clearly desperately wanted. Evelyn almost felt bad, but the satisfaction of witnessing just how much she affected her was far too great.
She eventually took pity on the musician, and left one last lustful kiss on those full waiting lips before taking a step back, freeing the older woman. “ Ok, yes, you’re right.” She said, stepping away from her.
“Would you maybe like to get out of Nevermore for an evening?” Isadora asked, her voice still shaky.
“Miss Capri, are you asking me out on a date?” Evelyn asked with a sly smirk playing on her lips. Isadora had no idea where that new found confidence came from, but she sure as hell loved the look on the blonde.
“I most definitely am.”
“Who am I to refuse such a proposal?” Evelyn said, slowly walking backwards to her door.
“Wonderful, meet me out front at six, wear something comfortable.”
…
Evelyn woke up to the sound of knocking on her door. A quick look at her digital clock told her that she had been blissfully asleep for a total of four hours, which was arguably a very short span considering the evening they had had. She quickly tied her hair in a messy bun and pulled on a pair of jeans and sweater before opening the door.
She wasn’t surprised to see the Eldest of the Addams children at her door, her expression as neutral as one could get. She knew that she would eventually see the girl at her doorstep.
“Miss Rostand.”
“Wednesday, to what do I own this visit?” She asked, stepping aside to let the girl in.
“I think we both know the reason for my presence here.” Wednesday said, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Evelyn walked slowly to her vanity, her hand hovering over her contact case.
“You don’t need that. I am already aware of the nature of your eye.” Evelyn froze at the comment. This was a smart move from the girl, it successfully unsettled the professor, giving the younger the upperhand, but only for a moment.
“If you know so much already, what brings you to my doorstep?”
“I need to know why my visions are gone.” the girl said, those piercing black eyes fixed on her. “I need someone to see. I need to know why this is happening to me.”
“Many things can cause a psychic block, but even then, I wouldn’t be able to help because my visions don’t work like that.” Evelyn said, taking a seat at her table. “I am not a raven nor a dove. I just… see things.”
Wednesday sat before her. Her back straight, her hands on her knees, the picture of control, cold, hard control. “I do not wish to discuss the many possible reasons for my inability to conjure any visions. The reason I came here is to request that you use yours to tell me how I can get them back.”
Evelyn was taken aback by how bold the girl was being. “I’m sorry, but what makes you think I am able to do such a thing?”
“I don’t, just a hunch.” Evelyn did not know what to answer to that. Could she really be of any help? Better even, was it a good idea to fuel this teenager in her quest for danger?
“Why do you need them back so badly that you are willing to forgo the necessary work to find out why you are stuck in this predicament?” Wednesday stayed silent. She knew that in order to get what she needed from the professor, she would need to divulge some of her findings.
“There is an avian on the loose.” She said matter of factly. “ He is to blame for the murders of Donovan Galpin and his partner. They were investigating the deaths of outcasts, all Willow Hill patients. They are connected to someone called Lois. I need to know what all of this means.” she said coldly.
“I have a hard time understanding how this is any of your concern Miss Addams.” Evelyn said, her tone sharp and cutting.
“Lives are on the line Miss.”
“This falls in the jurisdiction of the authorities, not in the hands of a teenage girl.”
“You and I both know that sometimes the authorities can be powerless in the face of adversity.” Wednesday said pointedly, her eyebrow raising as if challenging the blonde to come up with something to retort.
“What about Principal Weems? Is she aware of your quest?”
“I trust principal Weems as much as I trust my mother.” From the disdain in her voice, Evelyn deduced that her relationship with the woman was tedious at best.
“Wednesday you have to understand that as your professor, there is no way I’ll entertain something as dangerous as this knowing it involves one of my students.” Evelyn said, standing from her chair and guiding the young girl to her door.
Wednesday stayed silent, but Evelyn could feel the frustration oozing out of the girl. Before stepping out, the teenager turned around, her dark eyes locking with her mismatched ones.
“Viam inveniam aut faciam.” She said, before turning around,closing the door behind her
A loud groan left Evelyn’s lips as she let herself fall face first on her plush bed. This was rapidly becoming more and more of pain for the blonde.
…
Evelyn had not realized she’d fallen back asleep, her face buried in her impressive amount of throw pillows. A quick look at her clock managed to make panic rise in her chest. She had only forty five minutes before she had to meet the music teacher outside.
She jumped in the shower, scrubbing away the grime and dirt of the previous night. She decided to let her hair dry naturally, allowing her natural waves to run wild. Deciding on what she was going to wear was a whole other ordeal .
She had said to wear something comfortable, were they going outside? Should she wear something warm? She scoffed. This was not in her habits to fuss over her appearance, but she wanted to look nice, just for her. She settled on a white buttoned down with a grey knitted sweater and a pair of jeans.
She grabbed her old brown leather jacket that fell on the oversized side and stood in front of her mirror. Casual enough. She smiled at her reflection, she knew damn well that she looked good in this.
The first glimpse of the head of music had her breath hitch. She was leaning back on an old beige car, wearing a long cozy coat with a leopard print blouse, paired with a pair of light washed jeans. Her hair was up and held by a large clip with several curls framing her face.
Her eyes were wide when they landed on the blonde who was hurriedly descending the stairs. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep and didn’t see the time fly.” Evelyn said, slightly out of breath as she stopped right in front of the older woman. Isadora had to take a second before speaking, otherwise she had no idea what nonsense would have come out of her mouth.
“Wow.”
Well, this was not the most articulate she’d ever been. “You look amazing.”
The smile that stretched Evelyn’s features was brilliant, her cheeks had a rosy tint that made the ginger want to grab her and lay kisses on every square inch of her face.
“And look at you!” Evelyn said, her eyes scanning her from head to toe. Her tone lowered, a smirk playing on her lips. “Did you get all dressed up for me Ms.Capri?”
Isadora knew that the use of her title was only a way to tease her, but she felt a rush of warmth go through her with the tone the blonde had used. Her eyes darkened, her expression clearly showing how it had affected her. Realization dawned on Evelyn whose heartbeat increased at the sight of those dark, intense eyes.
Isadora took a deep breath. “ Let’s go before I change my mind and bring you back upstairs.” She had said it so casually, it took a second to register the true nature of her words.
Isadora opened the car door and held out her hand for the blonde to take. Evelyn realized that her cheeks would likely stay red all night by the looks of it. “Where are you taking me?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now, would it?” The woman said, taking place in the driver’s seat. They drove into town, their conversion easy and light with the faint voice of Celine Dion was singing in the background. They pulled over in front of the Jericho grocery store and Isadora dragged the blonde to the snack ilse.
“Here, pick some stuff.” Evelyn looked at her with a puzzled expression. “Go on, it’ll all make sense later.” She grabbed a bag of peanut M&M, twizzlers and a little box of mint chocolate. She ignored the look of disgust from the ginger at the sight of the box and dropped her loot in the small basket. “You said to pick whatever I wanted!”
“I didn’t know you had such disgraceful tastes.” The blond feigned outrage as she laid a gentle slap on her arm. They picked out chips, a baguette, cheese and saucisson and stopped at the liquor store for a bottle of wine before walking to the town square.
The square was decorated with various halloween decorations and a tall screen had been installed in the pavilion. “Surprise!” Isadora said, pulling out a blanket from her bag.
“This is so perfect.” Evelyn said, a wide, genuine smile illuminating her features. They found a spot that wasn’t too crowded and laid out their setup.
“Do you know what will be playing?”
“It’s supposed to be Hocus Pocus.” Isadora said with an excited smile. “It’s one of my favorite Halloween movies.” She added, sheepishly. “The town is showing horror classics every night this week. I'm not the biggest fan of horror movies, but tonight was family night, so I figured it would be the perfect time to come. We’re a bit early though, the movie isn’t due for another forty five minutes.”
“Oh what could we possibly do while we wait?” She asked with a teasing smile, uncorking the bottle while the older woman pulled out the food from the various bags.
…
Watching the musician speak had been something the blonde had loved from the moment they’d met. The way her eyes lit up whenever she was speaking of something that captivated her, the way she spoke with her hands and how much her movement increased the more passionate she became. The way she would lean in when listening to her, smiling and fidgeting with her rings, her gaze never leaving hers. Her eyes were so alive, every emotion so vividly clear in them. It was hard to keep track of what she wanted to say when the woman was looking at her like this.
Just like the car ride over, their conversation flowed without a stop. They couldn’t get enough of the other, craving to learn as much as they possibly could from each other.
“Wait, you’re French?”
“Half French, on my father’s side.” Evelyn said, taking a sip of her wine. “Rostand, just like the poet Edmond Rostand.” She said with a fond smile. “My dad was so proud of that. He used to say that we were related. We never had the confirmation but still. He bragged about it quite often.”
Isadora smiled. “Well, I should’ve been able to guess that.”
“It’s ok, it’s just a last name. I got rid of my accent fairly young, you had no way of knowing.”
“An accent? You speak French?.”
“I haven’t had a good reason to do so in a long time. But yes, my dad spoke to me solely in French when he was around.” Evelyn said looking down at the memory of her late father.
Isadora reached out and laid her hand on top of Evelyn’s. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok, It happened a long time ago.” she said, flipping her hand in order to lace her fingers with hers. Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stop yet again. Isadora squeezed her hand, slowly leaning in, giving the younger woman the time to pull away if she needed. The sound of the opening credits broke the moment, startling the two women and pulling their attention from each other.
Don’t get her wrong. Evelyn loved Hocus Pocus. It was a sort of tradition to watch it around Halloween, usually alone at home, with an impressive amount of junk food and a whole bottle of red to herself. But this time, Evelyn could not give two shits about the movie. How could she, when a few inches from her, the most beautiful woman was sitting, leaning back on her hands, her head tilted back to see the screen, exposing her neck and taunt muscles.
Evelyn closed her eyes and shivered, her head wandering to all the things she wished she could be doing instead of sitting here, in the middle of the square.
“Are you cold?” Isadora whispered. She had leaned in without the blonde noticing. She could feel her warm breath on the exposed skin of her neck. Evelyn inhaled sharply, and the action was not lost on the ginger who smirked at the sight.
"I'm fine," She whispered breathlessly.
"You don't look fine, here take this." She said, slipping her jacket off and draping it on the blonde's shoulders.
"But what about you?"
"Oh don't worry about me. We tend to run hot.." She said, alluding to her werewolf nature.
If Evelyn thought her night was hard before, now was a totally different story. Now she was enveloped by the woman's scent. It had never happened to her before. She had been attracted to people before, but never had she been this affected by someone's smell. It drove her wild, making the task of forming coherent thoughts nearly impossible. By the sly smile lingering on the older woman's lips, she was well aware of Evelyn's struggle, and quite frankly, was clearly getting off of it (haha, see what I did there).
One hour and thirty six minutes. How could an hour and thirty-six minutes feel like an eternity. Evelyn had the answer to this question. They had migrated closer, to the point where Evelyn was leaning back into the musician who was supporting her weight. She could feel her warmth seeping through the coat and enveloping her.
She was acutely aware of every laugh or giggle resonating within her. Every time Isadora would lean in to whisper something in her ear, and every time she would shift slightly, bringing the younger woman closer each time. Evelyn could not say that she watched the movie. It served merely as background, since her focus was stuck on the woman behind her.
The end credits came as a salvation for Evelyn, who felt her whole body tense when Isadora's warm breath fanned over the side of her neck. "Are you ready to go Evelyn?"
The way her voice wrapped around her name, it was intoxicating. She could only nod, not trusting her voice to comply just now.
A quick look around them confirmed that the other couples were either engulfed in their own little world or too far to notice them. She slowly leaned in, her hand making contact with the woman's thigh. She connected her lips with the skin of her neck, and let out a pleasurable sigh at the contact.
"Isadora..." she answered, her lips trailing up the expense of her neck. "Please, get me out of here." She uttered when she finally reached her ear.
Isadora took a slow, deliberate breath. Her head tilted to the side, bringing their lips millimetres apart.
"Get up, now."
-A/N-
Sorry for the torture, next part coming real soon.
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ eventually
A week. It took a whole damn week before Evelyn had the chance to catch more than a glimpse of Isadora Capri. At first, she thought it might simply be the work load finally catching up to them. But then she noticed how the ginger had stopped meeting her at the lake in the morning, how she had stopped coming to the staff cafeteria for breakfast and how she would avoid walking past the blond’s classroom, even if it was in the same corridor as the music room.
The cherry on the sunday was when one morning, Evelyn had decided to stop at the woman’s flat before coming down for breakfast, and would be turned around by a very frantic Isadora saying she had “A lot of work to catch up on.”
Something was definitely wrong with the way the music teacher was acting. How could someone who looked at her with so much reverence, suddenly disappear from one´s life.
Evelyn’s mind worked overtime, had she been too much? The professor had picked her up twice in the last month, had she grown tired of Evelyn’s dramatics? It wouldn’t be the first time someone grew tired of her ability. But somehow she knew that this time it was different, just by the pain in Isadora’s eyes when she had knocked on her door.
She had asked David about it, but he was as much in the dark as her, since it seemed the ginger had been avoiding him too.
Evelyn’s routine had lost its most cherished moments and her mornings now felt hollow without the head of music. As the days passed, her sadness morphed into anger, resentment even. She had opened up to this woman, shared her insecurities and showed her the real woman behind the vale, only to be dropped so abruptly after.
On top of it all, she had the dreaded camping trip to worry about. She had completely forgotten about it. Larissa had briefly mentioned it at the beginning of the semester but time had moved so fast in the past weeks, she had not realized it was now upon them.
On Friday morning, the academy was buzzing with excitement. The quad was filled with students carrying camping gear and in the heart of it all stood Isadora, clipboard in hand and a perpetual panicked expression etched on her already exhausted features.
« I swear Weems could not have picked a worse time to plan a camping trip. » Isadora said under her breath, not realizing that she had been heard by a certain werewolf student whose excitement could barely be contained.
« Don’t worry Miss, you won’t be alone, see? » she said pointing across the quad. There stood Evelyn with a similar clipboard in hand, next to David carrying his usual doctor’s briefcase and an impressively large first aid kit.
She had not yet noticed her, which allowed Isadora the time to truly take in the blond’s appearance. Her long, blond hair was up in a messy bun that made her look effortlessly casual. She wore a pair of light washed jeans and a cozy looking fleece paired with brown, old looking Bluntstones. She looked in her element, ready for a weekend in the wild.
Too entranced by the sight before her, she had not sensed Vlad, the fencing teacher, had joined her. “We have 57 students on this trip, and four staff members.”, He said, eyes still glued to his own clipboard.
Isadora jumped at his voice, earning herself a perplexed look from the Frenchman. “The Addams will also join us as Chaperons. They are bringing their own tent. As for the staff, we'll be sharing tents. I’ll be rooming with Mr. Young and you will be sharing with Miss Rostand. That’ll prevent any funny business.” He added with a pointed look.
Isadora had to refrain herself from laughing. If only the fencer knew how happy David would be to learn he would share a tent with the french athlete. But her delight was short lived once she focused on a very important part of the man’s sentence.
“I'm with Evelyn?”
“Are there any other female professors participating in this trip?” He asked, annoyed. Isadora let out a sigh, leaving the fencing teacher in the middle of the quad in order to supervise the loading of the buses.
“Someone looks on edge.” Evelyn said with bitterness perceptible in her tone. She was still mad, but not necessarily at the music professor, but at herself, for the way she could feel her body reacting at the sight of her. It was as if it was calling to her, then again, who could blame her? Even as exhausted as she was, Isadora still looked effortlessly beautiful in her flared jeans and brown, fringed coat.
“Well, I would be if our dear principal had scheduled a camping trip so close to a full moon.” David said, watching a group of young werewolves pass, their energy palpable in the morning air. Upon seeing them, Vlad charged towards them with a determined expression. David stepped forward, happy to be on the receiving end of the Fencer’s orders.
Evelyn stayed behind, a weird feeling making its way up her spine and settling in her mind. She closed her eyes and let the images flood in. A tent, lit up with fairy lights, two cots on each side, a familiar scent floating in the atmosphere. A bonfire, students huddled around it. A young werewolf with a guitar. Isadora, bundled up in her gray wool blanket, swaying with the music, her face lit up by the flames. She took a deep breath, the first lyrics of a song fading with her sight. It was all black, and all she could hear were ragged breaths, soft whispered words and breathy moans.
She opened her eyes, her breathing almost similar to her vision. She leaned on the picnic table, trying to ground herself. This had affected her a lot more than she would ever admit. David walked back to the blonde. “Are you ok? Another vision?” He asked, a hand on her shoulder.
Evelyn gently dismissed him “I’m sharing a tent with her aren’t I.” David stayed silent, but his expression told her everything she needed to know.
« Maybe it’s for the best. She won’t have a choice but to be around you. »
“Maybe…” Evelyn shook her head slightly, in a vain attempt at shaking off the lingering feeling of her vision. There was so much to organize right now, anything related to the head of music would have to wait.
The sky was gray and the air was crisp as the buses pulled in the parking of Camp Jerico. Evelyn’s temples were already throbbing from the non-stop singing during the ride. She was in charge of Puck Hall, while Isadora was taking care of Ophelia Hall and was also in charge of the werewolf pack. The little group had already proved to be quite challenging. Evelyn watched them get off the bus and run around the camp sites, while Isadora followed, an overwhelmed expression glued to her features.
Setting up the tents was fairly quick, and the students were encouraged to walk around and take part in various activities. Evelyn decided to make the most of this free time and set up her side of their tent. She looked to the other side, where the music professor’s luggages sat, untouched. Even out here, with the fresh air surrounding them, their tent had already been flooded by the heady scent of wood and jasmine.
Outside she could hear an uproar of cries from the tower at the heart of the camp. Turns out, the camp had double booked their group with a group of cadets. Evelyn stayed far from the chaos , deciding that this was something Vlad and David could certainly deal with without her.
She scanned the area, which had become a lot less crowded with the absence of any students around, but something caught her eye. Someone was outside their tent, by the way everything was either black or a dark shade of burgundy, Evelyn guessed that this was the Addams Family tent. Outside stood a tall, pale woman with hair as dark as night. The woman turned, feeling the eyes of the professor.
“You, you are the seer aren’t you.” She asked. Her voice was deep, and her eyes scanned the woman before her. It felt like Evelyn was being read through.
Evelyn took a deep breath, unwilling to have this kind of conversion with someone who was a complete stranger to her. “Yes, I am.”
“Wednesday told me a lot about you, she is a fan of your work with the Salt Lake city police.” She said walking towards the blonde, her hand outstretched. She hesitated, but shook her hand nonetheless. The woman’s grip was tight, and Evelyn felt a wave of unease at the touch. It seemed the other woman sensed it too. Her eyes narrowed and she took a step towards her, but Evelyn took one back trying to pry her hand away but without success.
“Miss Addams.” That familiar voice, its tone sharp, cutting, dangerous even, seemed to pull Morticia Addams from her stupor and she quickly let Evelyn’s hand go.
“Miss Capri, what a delight.” But Isadora did not seem so eager to see the dark woman. Evelyn could feel the tension emanating from the head of music. She stood, slightly in front of the seer, creating distance between the mother and her. Morticia’s head tilted slightly, as if she had understood something from this encounter alone, then her eyes found Evelyn once more.
“I would advise you to be careful around this academy,” She said cryptically. “Although I would argue that you are well protected.” She added with a sly smirk, before walking back to her lavish installations.
Isadora turned around, making sure the blonde was alright, but was met with a perplexed, almost angry expression. “What makes you think you can fly in like this, after ignoring me for the last week.” She asked expectantly.
Isadora cowered instantly. She didn’t even know what came over her. One minute she was on the other side of the clearing, supervising the archery station, the next she was standing in front of the Addams matriarch, shielding the seer from whatever threat her instinct had detected.
“ I… this is not.. I was just…” She froze, unable to find a proper excuse to serve the blonde. Luckily for her, they were interrupted by the fencing instructor’s booming voice.
“Everyone needs to gather around the tower! The game is about to begin!” Isadora did not wait any further, she bolted through the crowd, leaving a very unhappy Evelyn behind.
All day Evelyn’ s mind stayed stuck on their encounter. As the day stretched on, she passed through a wide array of emotions, but one thing stayed the same, she was angry and needed to know the truth.
The clouds had cleared, allowing the stars to shine bright in the midnight sky. Evelyn was sitting around the fire, her mind was foggy, in great need of a moment of reprieve and the dancing flames and soft chatter of the few students already seated around her slowly pulled her in a meditative state. It felt good, letting go of the outside world for a moment. She was so deep in her own thoughts, she had not realized how the number of students surrounding her had gone up since she had sat down. She was also unaware of the presence of the music teacher on her other side of the bonfire.
What finally pulled her out of her trance, was the light strumming of a guitar being played. Her gaze locked with Isadora, whose deep brown eyes shined bright in the light of the fire.
Evelyn shivered at the first notes. She knew the ginger was a master in anything related to music, but still, she was taken aback by the sound of her voice.
How could someone affect her so much? Her voice was so clear and melodic, dripping like honey down her spine, enveloping her. She looked ethereal, her eyes closed, feeling the music like it was part of her.
And her choice of song, it seemed like a message to the seer, a warning disguised in an enticing melody.
When the song ended, everything came rushing back. How close everyone was sitting, all those voices and conversations mixing around her. Even the warmth of the fireplace became too much, suffocating her. Evelyn stood as calmly as her panicked state allowed her and hastily made her way through the crowd.
The cold night air hit her as soon as she left the circle, and the farther she walked from the gathering, the more air seemed to enter her lungs.
She walked for a moment, hoping that the fresh air and beautiful night sky would be enough to ground her, but still, something lingered. An apprehension, a feeling she had come to associate with the moment before a vision would come true. Considering the violent nature of her visions as of late, she made her way back to the tent swiftly, with the same feeling only growing stronger.
She was out of breath when she finally pulled the panel of her shared tent. She turned around, only to come face to face with the head of music. She had changed into a cozy burgundy wool sweater and a pair of brown flared pants. She was leaning against the tent pillar, playing with her many rings.
“Where were you? I was worried.” She said taking a few steps towards the blond. But Evelyn raised her hand, stopping the ginger from reaching her.
“Ok so now you’re gonna talk to me?” She asked in disbelief. “You have been avoiding me for a week and now you demand to know where I was?”
“You left so abruptly… and with what you’ve seen…” Evelyn cut her off.
“Non, you can’t…”
“Listen to me!”
“Like you did me?" Evelyn said, losing her cool control over her emotions. “I told you how hard it was for me to open up to someone, how scared I was! And you went and did exactly what I feared!” Evelyn said, her voice quivering.
“I did this only to protect you!” Isadora said with desperation in her voice. She needed Evelyn to know that this was hurting her just as much. Every particle of her being longed for her presence, she had a hold on her that none had ever had, one would’ve never thought possible.
Evelyn was taken aback. “What? Why..?”
Isadora sat on the edge of her cot, her fingers picking at the skin around her nails. Evelyn wanted to reach out and hold her hand to stop the ginger from hurting herself, but refrained for now, not willing to give into her longing until she had heard what the head of music had to say.
“ I was scared” She started, a ring clad hand brushing back her curls nervously.
“Last time I checked, I was the one with claws embedded inside her.” Isadora stood up, the tension inside her rising at the sheer mention of the seer's life in danger.
“But I was there! In every one of your visions!“ She said loudly, not quite yelling, but her tone was frantic enough to shock the blonde.
“That wolf…”
“Yes… I was there, and I could not stop it.” Isadora finally said, tears threatening to spill out. “I couldn’t protect you. So I kept thinking, what if I could change something in your vision? What if you didn’t have to go in the woods that night.”
Now the picture was becoming clearer in Evelyn’s mind. The wolf, with its beautiful grey red coat, and those eyes. She understood now why those deep brown eyes had stirred so much inside her. She had looked countless times in those brilliant eyes before. How could she not have realized this?
She stayed silent, letting all the new information sink in. She walked slowly to her corner of the tent, shrugging off her jacket and turning to her luggages to pull out her contact lens kit. Isadora didn’t dare move. When she turned back towards her, she felt her breath catch. Gone was the brown contact, but so was the initial shock of her revelation. All that was left in her mesmerizing eyes was determination and something that resembled anger.
“I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I do not need someone else making decisions regarding my own safety.” Evelyn said, her eyes burning right through Isadora, igniting a fire in the music teacher which she had never experienced before.
“I needed to protect you.”
“I don’t need you to protect me!”
“I can’t help myself!” Again. Evelyn was left speechless again at the fervor of the professor’s words. “I can’t help it.” She said, stepping towards her.
“It makes me sick to think that something could happen to you. I can’t see straight, I lose all my senses, it occupies every part of my mind, and I tried, oh I really did.” A laugh escaped her lips.
“But every time someone got close, I couldn’t control myself, the urge was just too overwhelming.” She said, anger and possessiveness dripping from her tone.
“What urge?” Evelyn whispered, breathless.
Isadora took another step, slowly closing the distance between her and the blond professor. The air was charged, the tension high as Evelyn watched Isadora slowly approach her. She couldn’t move, pinned in place, right where Isadora wanted her, right where she wanted to be.
“I can’t control myself, when it comes to you.” Isadora finally said.“I need to protect what is mine.”
Evelyn shivered at the last word. It resonated in her mind, spreading a warm feeling through her. She was so close, she could feel the heat radiating from her, her familiar scent enveloping her, making her feel dizzy. She closed her eyes, feeling Isadora’s hand land on her waist. Her breathing was ragged, she was a mess, completely at her mercy. The feeling was truly exhilarating.
She felt the ghost of warm lips on the column of her neck. A soft whimper escaped her lips, which only fueled the redhead further. “You have no idea what you do to me.” Isadora said, her full lips reaching the shell of Evelyn’s ear.
“You need to tell me to stop now, because if you don’t...” her grip tightened on her hips, keeping her right where she wanted . “Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
Evelyn barely registered her words. All she could focus on was the raw hunger present in her voice, the ghost of Isadora’s claws scratching at her sides, and her own heart hammering in her chest. Her body only acted on instinct. Her hand went up and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in and finally crashing the werewolf’s lips on hers.
The growl that escaped the head of music was primal. It was like a dam had broken inside her. Her control snapped, freeing her to act on her deepest need. The kiss was messy, hurried, as if they poured every ounce of longing and want in that sole instant. It was intense, but it felt like something had just clicked in place.
Isadora’s lips felt so soft against her and were a complete contrast to the rough, harsh pull of her hands. The push and pull was dizzying. Evelyn moaned which left the perfect opportunity for the musician's tongue to slip inside.
Evelyn melted in her hands, her legs weak. She would be on the ground if it wasn’t for Isadora’s strong arms keeping her up right. When the need for air grew stronger than their desire, they parted, but Isadora’s lips stayed on the blonde’s skin. She kissed along her jaw, following the sharp line to her taunt neck.
“I’ve been dreaming about this.” She uttered. “Look what you’ve done to me. You’ve ruined me.”
Evelyn’s head lulled back, her eyes rolling at the ginger's words. Her hands tangled in her soft curls, pulling her in and causing a loud groan to escape the ginger.
“ Isa please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for. She simply wanted more, she needed to feel more of her.
Isadora kissed and nibbled at the skin, until she found a spot, right at the junction of her shoulder and neck, which made the hands in her hair pull harder and Evelyn whimper louder.
Her hands travelled up, creeping under the blonde’s fleece. The first touch of naked skin caused a short circuit inside the redhead, her instincts took over completely, and her teeth sunk in Evelyn’s neck, without breaking skin, but hard enough that a mark would most definitely appear. The same word kept repeating itself in her mind, the same feeling she had felt when seeing the Professor exit her bathroom in her clothes.
Evelyn was panting hard. Her hands still tangled in her hair. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move, but she didn’t want to. She felt so good pressed against her, but of course, moments like these never lasted long in her case.
A blood curdling scream resonated in the camp, successfully pulling the two women from each other. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped on their heads. Evelyn sprinted out of the tent, her eyes frantically scanning the area. She not once thought of her visions and the possible danger to herself. This was a camp full of children, and she would be damned if she would let anything happen to them .
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ eventually
Her first two weeks passed quickly, caught in the whirlwind that is the beginning of a school year. Evelyn had perfected what she thought was a near perfect routine. She woke up with the sun and ate a quick bite before her morning run. She would then come back, get ready, and eat breakfast with David in the staff room. She had grown close to her colleague, enjoying their cheerful banter and playful chats in the mornings.
Every morning, she would see the beautiful head of music stroll in the staff room. Her presence demanding all of Evelyn’s attention. She was always put together to perfection, and always carrying a stack of music sheets or a violin case. She would scan the room, and a playful smirk would grow on her lips when she would realize the blond was already watching her. The first morning, when their eyes had met, she was almost disappointed to see that Evelyn had put back her brown contacts, but Isadora felt a warm feeling invading her once she realized that in this room, she was probably the only one who had seen the true mesmerizing green of her eye. The eye contact would be brief, with a nod and a slight smirk before the Isadora would grab something to eat before leaving towards the music room.
The encounter did not go unnoticed by the nurse practitioner who had started to tease Evelyn every time he’d see the music professor.
She could not quite understand what pulled her towards the ginger woman. Deep down, she knew that with her vision, getting close to someone was currently not the best of ideas. She had tried to keep her distance, but it seemed the universe had other plans.
She had run into the woman in the vast corridors of the academy more times than you could consider a coincidence, had realized that the woman sitting on the shores of the lake every morning was none other than her, and on top of that, they had realized that the doors to their respective quarters were practically facing each other.
It took only a few days before Evelyn succumbed to the pull and let herself enjoy the company of the head of music.
Isadora would be lying if she said she didn’t run into her on purpose. She had remembered the scent of the jogger on the first day of school and once she knew it was the seer, she made sure to be on that same rock every morning. Not that it wasn’t already a frequent thing for her, but the prospect of seeing a sweaty, focused Evelyn in her running gear was a very enticing argument.
Now every morning, Evelyn would run to the lake and walk back with Isadora before breakfast. Isadora had picked up the habit of bringing herself coffee and a cup of tea for the blond. A small gesture that did not go unnoticed by the jogger.
Every morning, they walked a little closer to one another, delving deeper in their stories, learning about each other. Evelyn got to tell her about her life before joining the Nevermore staff. How she worked as a civil consultant for the Salt Lake city police. How she was working closely with a special task force which was tasked to uncover and arrest a Mormon branch who had detached itself from the church and had formed a group that looked dangerously close to a cult. How abuse was reported by worried members of the families. How with her gift, they had managed to stop what would have been a tragic mass suicide and arrested the leaders before they could escape.
She explained how after this case, the chief of police had retired, passing the command to a bitter man with anti-outcast beliefs. How she had slowly been demonized and put aside until the whole of the precinct, even her own partner, avoided her like the plague. She had just given her resignation when Larissa’s call came.
Isadora listened quietly, only sending colourful insults towards the chief, which made the seer laugh quite a bit. She also opened up about her past, talked about her childhood, the relentless efforts that her music career took. How the pressure was immense and how alone she felt even when she was surrounded by her team and fans. She touched briefly on her relationship with a hyde, the trauma that came with it, the scars that were still present to this day.
Evelyn had held her hands when she had started to pick at the skin around her nails. She held her gaze the whole time, hoping that her eyes would convey how much she respected and admired her. For Isadora, it simply became harder to organize her thoughts since Evelyn, that morning, had chosen to forgo her brown contact, revealing her beautiful emerald pupil.
It became a habit. Instead of putting that god awful brown contact right when she woke up, she would wait before breakfast. There was no one around the academy this early in the morning, and she felt safe with the ginger and for some odd reasons, she wanted her to see the real Evelyn, no mask, no contacts.
It was a cold, rainy morning. But that never deterred the blond. She was out for her run a little earlier than usual, trying to clear her head . Her night had been anything but peaceful. She had no recollection of her dreams, which was peculiar for her, but she had woken up in sweat with her heart hammering out of her chest several times. Her feet were now hitting the ground rhythmically, her heart hammering but for a different reason. After nights like these, she needed to push herself, make sure that her mind would completely empty, leaving only the rhythm of her feet.
But this morning, there was something odd. She had a feeling she wasn’t alone in these woods, and the deeper she went, the stronger the feeling was. She took out her headphones to make sure she could hear her surroundings and quickened her pace. She could hear the sound of wings above her, and when she lifted her gaze, she realized what had been following her. It was a crow, unusually big, its head bent down and its eyes glued to the professor.
One thing brought an intense unease to the forefront of Evelyn’s mind. The crow’s eye, as white as snow, with angry red scars surrounding it. It looked at her as if it could see her in a way that seemed impossible to any animal. She heard his loud caws, and watched as more and more birds flew over her.
Panic started to seep into her bones. She took a sharp turn in a small path in the hopes that it would take her back to the academy faster. She refused to look back. She could hear the flapping of their wings getting closer. So she ran full speed on the path, fuelled by the sight of the Iago tower over the tree line. She could see the end of the path opening to the gardens when she felt the first sharp sting of a beak in her back. A flash of white erupted behind her eyes.
“Non, non, non, non.” She could not think of a worse moment to trigger a vision. She focused as hard as she could to suppress it, not wanting to be left at the mercy of this menacing flock. But these days her control over her abilities seemed frivolous at best.
A particularly harsh flash had her trip and she nearly fell to the ground, catching herself on a tree trunk. The bark cut into her skin but she did not dwell on it. The birds kept getting closer and so she kept running.
She launched herself on the ground in the gardens, turning around to face the path’s entrance. The flock had stopped. They were perched in the trees, their beady, lifeless eyes stuck on the blond. Evelyn’s breathing was erratic, a deep gash on her arm was soaking her shirt with blood but she couldn’t look away from them.
Hands grabbed her shoulders frantically, and Evelyn felt herself succumb to the vision she had worked so hard to suppress.
She was running in the woods. The full moon was a threatening crimson shade in the sky. She was chasing something, desperately trying to catch up to it. She reached a clearing and stopped abruptly.
Before her was a creature. Grey skin and bulging eyes with something feral, violent gleaming Inside. Its roar was grotesque, distorted and shook the forest around it. Evelyn had heard of hydes, read about them extensively, but had never encountered any.
Before it was the same wolf from her earlier vision. It’s brown reddish fur radiating in the moonlight. The creature lunged, grabbing the wolf in its claws. An intense, desperate feeling invaded Evelyn.
« NO! » she felt herself scream before she could understand what was happening. The hyde dropped the wolf on the ground. Then the beast turned towards her, and ran.
« Evelyn! Evelyn! Look at me please! » Isadora’s voice broke through the haze. Her eyes were wild and her warm hands on Evelyn’s cheeks, forcing her to focus on her. « I’m here it’s ok, you’re ok, look at me. »
Evelyn took deep breaths, focusing on the warmth of her hands. « Eve… what is happening… »
She turned towards the woods. The crows were still there, watching the two women. Evelyn stood slowly and grabbed the ginger’s hand and started to walk quickly to the academy doors. « Evelyn what is this all about? Wait, you’re bleeding! ».
But Evelyn did not stop « Evelyn Rostand! » Her tone was hard as steel, her voice sent shivers down her spine. Isadora’s eyes flashed gold, when they met Evelyn’s mismatched ones. She tried to convey her desperation in one look, the kind of look that said « please trust me »
They arrived in front of Larissa’s office and Evelyn did not even bother to knock. In any other circumstances, she would have laughed at the face of the teacher sitting on the chair in front of the principal. His eyes were bulging out of his skull and his mouth was hanging open so wide any bug could have crawled in there. But this was not the time for pleasantries.
“Out. Now.” The man did not wait around for explanations. He picked up his stack of paper and promptly left without looking back. A quick scan of the history professor allowed the principal to determine her injuries did not need immediate medical attention, so she motioned to the two women to take a seat before her.
“Evelyn,” she said gravely, “Talk to me.” And so the seer did. She started from the very beginning. How she had had a strange feeling since before the Weem’s call. How she was drawn to this place, her first vision, excluding the parts that were clearly not relevant to the dark matter at hand… The hyde, whose claws would end up embedded in her if her vision did ever come true. She told her about the crows, how she felt like she was being observed, followed even before she was attacked by this flock which had refused to cross the limits of the woods to reach her. She talked about the wolf, described it to the best of her capacities, and felt Isadora go rigid beside her. The look shared between the head of music and the principal was not lost on the seer that chose to store this information and corner Isadora later, once the adrenaline would have settled.
Larissa waited until Evelyn was done. She stayed silent through it all, something akin to guilt shining in her eyes. Once she was done, Larissa took a deep breath and stood, walking in front of the huge fireplace. She turned her back to the two woman, her eyes glued to the flames, as if the sight of the fire would make whatever she was going to say easier.
“ Evelyn, There’s a reason why I asked you to teach here in the first place…” She said softly, walking back to her desk to pull out police files from her drawer.
The seer reached for the pile. She took her time skimming through it. Miss Thornhill, Laurel, the hyde, Crackstone, the picture was slowly constructing itself in her mind. The last one was a suspicious death report. Donovan Galpin, the hyde’s father and his associate, killed by a flock of crows.
And at the heart of it all, Wednesday Addams, a raven, unpredictable, and hell bent on uncovering the truth, no matter what or whom reaps the consequences. Evelyn’s eyes snapped to the tall woman before her.
“Larissa… please tell me you did not bring me here for this…” Evelyn said shakily. “Tell me that I am not here to be used as a fucking crystal ball in your desperate attempt at damage control. ” She added, anger seeping through her tone.
She heard a cracking sound next to her. In the corner of her eyes, she could see Isadora in her chair, her hands gripping the armrests. Her nails had dug in the wood so hard the wood was starting the splinter.
“Miss Capri please handle yourself.” Principal Weems said, before turning back to the younger woman.
“Evelyn please understand..”
“I’ve heard enough for today.” She said getting up, hissing when she used her wounded arm to stand, but choosing not to dwell on it in favour of getting out of the office as soon as she could. She heard the scrapping of a chair behind her and hurried steps following her. Someone caught her arm and spun her around making her collide with a warm body. Steady arms wrapped around her, and Evelyn let herself be engulfed in the woman’s scent. Warm wood, rain, old paper and jasmin. It felt so familiar, so calming, like she was meant to be right here, like this was her place. She buried her face in Isadora’s neck, letting her carry most of her weight. She was exhausted, the emotions of the morning and the physical exertion had finally caught up to her.
With an arm still wrapped around her waist, Isadora guided the blond towards her quarters. Evelyn stopped at the door. “I have to teach…”
“Nonsense, your first class is in two hours. You’re taking a shower and then we’re taking care of that arm.” Evelyn did not have the energy to argue. She stepped in the unfamiliar room. The same heady smell hit her full force, music sheets and wood and something floral.
The room was beautiful, organized chaos. Music instruments were scattered in every corner, piles and piles of records along the walls. A nice leather couch faced a tall window, where a record player was installed. She could picture the professor sitting, piles of student compositions spread on the coffee table, her fiery hair pulled up in a messy bun, pen hanging from her lips while her mind would sway from her corrections to the night sky while soft music would play.
She guided her to the sofa and sat her down, before leaving to grab the right supplies for her arm. Isadora kneeled before her, her bright hazel eyes meeting Evelyn’s. She could feel the tension in the blond, the whirlwind of betrayal, hurt and anger which had brought tears to her eyes. Isadora was gentle, making sure the wound was clean and assessing if the need for stitches was present.
“She knows how I feel about my abilities.” Evelyn said after a moment. “When I was a student here, and she was just a teacher, she taught me a lot. She helped me control my visions.” Her voice was so small, it hurt the ginger to hear such hurt coming front he seer.
“She was the one that got me the contacts, said that it could be my armour against the world. She listened to me when I lost my job, promised me a safe space where I could teach and not worry about getting used. She lied to me.”
Her hands were trembling. Was it the adrenaline coming, down, the anger, or the profound chill that came from her soaked clothing? Evelyn didn’t know, she was completely overwhelmed. A hand grabbed the back of her neck and gently guided her head down. She closed her eyes, letting her forehead rest against Isadora’s. Without realizing, her breathing slowed, syncing with the music teacher. She was surrounded by her, drowning in her.
She didn’t know who started to lean in first, but it didn’t matter. She could feel the music teacher’s breath mingling with hers. Her eyes stayed closed, scared to break this fragile moment, but it seemed the universe did not share the same concern. Isadora’s door flew open and a frantic looking David burst in the room. “Isa! Weems told me what happened! I can’t find Evie, she's not in her room and... “
He froze, his eyes wide at the sight of the two women so close. “Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t…”
“Non, non it’s ok,” Evelyn said, slowly detaching herself from the ginger. “ I was going to take a shower.” She added, picking up the change of clothes that had been forgotten next to them. Once the bathroom door closed, Isadora stood up and stormed towards a very frightened nurse.
“What makes you think you can storm in here without knocking you little plant freak!” Isadora said, viciously slapping the man’s arm.
“Ouach Isa come on! How was I supposed to know!” He said, trying to get away from the small angry woman. “Is she ok? I mean she sure looked taken care of.” He added with a smirk, which landed him another slap which echoed in the room.
“She definitely will need stitches.” Isadora said, ignoring David’s teasing. “I’m positively certain she'll still insist on teaching her class today. You think you could take care of that quickly?”
“Yes of course, I’ll go get the supplies in my office.” He said, turning around to leave.
Isadora stood in her small flat. She could hear the water running and the shuffling of the blond in her bathroom. She felt powerless. One look at her hands had her realize that she still had Evelyn’s blood staining her fingers. She made her way to the small kitchenette and scrubbed them clean. She decided to keep busy and make them breakfast. She was convinced that if she didn’t do this, the blond would not bother to make any for herself and would just skip it.
The motions were mechanical, allowing her brain some kind of reprieve from this eventful morning. She turned around at the sound of the bathroom door creaking open. There stood the history professor, her hair damp and cascading down her shoulders, wearing Isadora’s oversized Celine Dion shirt and her pyjama shorts.
She could not peel her eyes off the blond. She looked so mesmerizing, standing in the middle of her space, wearing her clothes. She inhaled deeply, her enhanced senses picking up Evelyn’s scent mixed with her own. It drove her wild, feral even. She had no more control of her own thoughts.
Mine.
That was the only thing echoing in her mind.
The food had long been forgotten in the pan. She took a step, like a predator stalking her prey. Evelyn stood frozen. Isadora’s look was so intense, pinning her there. She slowly made her way towards her, stopping only a few inches from her. Evelyn’s eyes bore into hers. Isadora’s hand raised slowly, tucking a damp strand of hair behind the blond’s ear. Her fingers lingered, following the sharp curve of her jaw. Evelyn’s eyes closed, a ragged breath escaping her lips. Isadora leaned in, a hand landing softly on Evelyn’s waist, her nose brushing slightly against the curve one her neck. A shiver ran down the light of her spine, a soft breath sound escaped her lips.
Isadora’s grip tightened possessively, her claws threatening to come out.
A knock pierced the silence of the room, breaking whatever trance the two professors had found themselves in. Isadora opened the door with an exasperated expression.
“What? I knocked this time.” David said, side stepping the ginger to come in. “Is something burning?” Isadora’s eyes grew wide.
“Shit, shit, shit.” She ran to the pan, attempting to salvage the pancakes she had worked so hard on. David stitched up Evelyn’s arm while babbling about what student gossip he had heard around the corridors and, most likely, heard in their thoughts while Isadora busied herself in the kitchen. They all ate together, the atmosphere a lot lighter than earlier. When the time came, Evelyn stood, bringing her plate to Isadora’s sink before walking back to the small table.
“ I should probably change…”
“Oh yes! Ladies, I'll leave you to it!” He said hurriedly before almost bolting out of the room. Isadora felt her eyes roll to the back of her skull. This man was anything but subtle.
“Of course yes, me too.” She said, looking down at her own leisure clothes. “I should probably do the same.
Evelyn took a few steps towards the door, but stopped. “Can you… Could you stay with me?” She said in a small voice. “I just… I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Isadora’s heart broke a little. “I’ll stay with you Eve.” She said getting up and picking a change of clothes for the day.
They got ready together in Evelyn’s flat. It was oddly domestic, the silence wasn’t oppressive but calm, reassuring. Isadora walked the seer to her classroom, but when the time came to leave for her own, her feet refused to move.
Evelyn reached her desk and turned around. Upon seeing those eyes, those beautiful complex eyes. She surged forward and wrapped the blond in a tight embrace.
Evelyn melted. The ginger’s scent flooded her senses once again. Something woodsy and floral which always managed to ground her. « Thank you, for everything. » she said, allowing herself to bury her face in the werewolf’s neck.
Isadora’s arms tightened around her, her protective nature taking over. She felt so good pressed against her. It felt right. But one thing kept nagging her in the back of her mind.
She was scared, so scared that Evelyn’s visions would become reality. That wolf in her vision, the one where the beast would sink it’s claws into her. She knew it was her wolf. What if she could prevent this event from happening. What if her absence alone could save the blond from her impending doom.
The thought alone was enough to break the older woman, but she knew that she was ready to do whatever it would take to keep Evelyn safe, even if it meant sacrificing her own happiness.
The dreaded law midterm has passed, which means more time for whatever this is.
Enjoy
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ eventually
The woman at the piano, the one who had plagued her mind recently, Isadora Capri. She was beginning to understand the strange pull she had felt when Larissa Weems had called her. How the word yes had slid from her lips before she was even done listening to the shapeshifter’s proposal.
She got up slowly, still weak from it all and opened the door to see a tall man holding an old doctor’s briefcase. « Can I help you? »
« I should be the one asking that. » he said, sending her a warm smile, « I’m David Young, the school's nurse practitioner. » he said.
Evelyn blinked slowly, unsure as to how he had learned that she might be in need of medical assistance. « Oh, Isadora came to see me after she brought you back, made me promise to let you sleep before checking up on you. » He explained, as if he had heard her thoughts.
« I did. » He added before Evelyn could even open her mouth. « I can hear people’s minds, when they are opened or loud enough. » he said sheepishly, with an air of guilt surrounding him.
« Ah, must be convenient in your line of work. » She said, letting him in while using the little strength she had to block off her mind from his prying eyes.
« I’m not the biggest fan of violating people’s privacy, » he said sadly, « It’s not always easy to control it. »
Evelyn could relate to that. She still had difficulties with her gift, and today was a good example. David opened his briefcase and pulled out his stethoscope and other medical instruments. Evelyn abided to all his demands and answered every question asked by the nurse, carefully avoiding the ones specific to her vision. It was concluded that it was a simple case of exhaustion, and as for the migraine, an unfortunate side effect of a powerful episode. David lingered at the door, taking in the woman before him for the first time since entering her quarters.
“You know, you look oddly familiar.” He said, his eyes narrowing. “You were a student here, about eleven or twelve years ago weren't you?”
“I was yes.”
“I knew I recognized you from somewhere.” He said, his eyes beaming. “ I was two grades above you, I used to see you at the library all the time. » he said excitedly.
« I see some things never change.”He added, motioning to the array of books plastering the majority of her walls.
She smiled, politely signaling him that now wasn’t the best time for reunions. He let out a small laugh, exiting the room but not before peeking back in. “If you need anything, or if you're just looking for company, my office is in the west wing on the first floor.” He said gently before shutting the door behind him.
Evelyn woke up hungry. After all, she had not eaten since the morning of the day before, but the prospect of going down to the staff room for breakfast inspired nothing but dread in the blond. She showered quickly, changed into a white shirt and her brown three piece suit and pulled out a muffin and a yogurt container from her little fridge. She had an hour left before her first class and she intended on spending it reading peacefully in her classroom.
She heard a knock coming from her door frame. When she lifted her eyes from the pages , she was met with the head of music leaning on her door. Her wild red curls framed her beautiful face. She looked almost nervous, holding two mugs in her hands.
Evelyn felt her face heating, partly for the trouble she had caused the day before and simply because of that damn smirk playing on her full lips. Evelyn froze, her breath hitched.
“Good morning Miss Rostand,” She said, her voice still a little raspy from sleep. “ I thought proper introductions were in order.” She said, stepping in the classroom. “I didn’t know if you were a tea or coffee kind of person in the morning so I brought both.” She added, leaving the two mugs on her desk. She stood there for a moment, fidgeting with her rings, while the blond picked up the tea. She motioned for the ginger to take a seat at her desk.
“Thank you Miss Capri, you didn’t need to do that.”
“I wanted to.” She said, her eyes piercing. “And I thought I told you to call me Isadora.”
“Force of habit, you’ll have to excuse me.” Evelyn said, leaning back in her chair, her book long forgotten.
“I’ll remind you as many times as necessary.” She said with a smirk. There was something so hypnotizing about the way the woman seemed to sway between confidence and nervousness. “How are you feeling today?”
“As good as new. I am really sorry for my episode yesterday. It doesn’t usually hit this hard, and I can control it but it seemed I was due to have a dramatic moment.”
“How do they work?” She asked, leaning her elbows on her desk. Evelyn let a nervous giggle escape. “But if you don’t want to talk about it’s ok.” She backtracked rapidly, her eyes widening, worried she might have crossed a line.
“ No it’s ok, I owe you an explanation.” She said, surprising even herself. Evelyn did not open up about her abilities to anyone. In fact very few were aware of her vision process. But for some enigmatic reason, she felt the need for this woman to understand her.
“Usually, they come in quick flashes. A burst of images, usually when I touch something of interest. I can also trigger them by either thinking about the subject or touching something that belongs to them.” She said, taking a sip of her tea. The flavor was immaculate, very floral, very her.
“But on rare occasions, I have these… rather intense ones. I can never pinpoint what triggers them, could be a smell, something I hear, something I see… “ She said, unable to hold Isadora’s gaze.
“They take a lot out of me, and this one, well you witnessed it.” She concluded, skillfully avoiding the contents of said vision.
“I see.” She said, her gaze never leaving Evelyn’s. “Your eye, does it have anything to do with your ability?”
“I assumed it has. When I have a particularly harsh vision, there’s this intense pain, but otherwise, it is just a harmless token of my oddity” She said with a sigh. “When I was a girl, it used to attract the attention of the people around me. I find it easier to go about life unnoticed.”
“I can understand that. Wanting to fade in the mass.” She said with nostalgia present in her voice. “ I hope this is not too forward, but I just wanted to say that your eyes are beautiful.” She added smoothly.
Seeing as their initial subject of conversation had died out, Isadora looked frantically around the room, begging for something to ask about. She was not ready to leave the blond’s classroom. She needed to know more about this mysterious new teacher which had left a distinctive mark in her mind. “What are you reading?”
The professor’s eyes lit up at the question. Evelyn slid the book towards her and started to explain in detail how this book was a masterpiece of metaphors and poetic descriptions, and how transcendent the style of the author was. They spoke of books and music, both sharing what work inspired and moved them.
Isadora was a firm believer that one's music taste told a lot about their character. She learned that the seer’s favorite composer was Yan Tiersen, a pianist praised for his classical influence and use of more modern, experimental techniques. It was oddly fitting for the woman before her. Someone with a sharp mind and a profound curiosity of the past and a hunger for knowledge.
Time flew quickly, and soon enough, students were slowly flooding the corridors, making their way sleepily to their first class of the day. A sharp cough interrupted Isadora’s rant on the complexity of the baroque area in music. She turned around sharply, her curls whipping her in her face, causing a smile to erupt on Evelyn’s face.
Larissa Weems was standing in the doorway in all her regal glory, an eyebrow raised and a perplexed look on her face.
“Miss Capri, don’t you have a class to teach in a few minutes?” In a tone that would make anyone in their right mind cower. Isadora grabbed her mug hastily and left the classroom with a small nod towards the principal.
As soon as the head of music had left the room, principal Weems demeanor completely changed. “You enjoy scaring them don’t you?” Evelyn said with a smile.
“It is a joyous aspect of my stature, yes.” she said, taking a seat where Isadora had been moments before. “My presence this morning should not come as a surprise to you, Evelyn.”
“Word travels fast within these walls."
“It is my duty to know what is going on with my staff.” She said, inspecting the blond’s desk. “And I have a feeling I have more than just your overall well-being to be wary of.”
“If you are referring to the contents of my vision, let me reassure you that it concerns only myself.” Silence followed her statement. Larissa held her gaze, searching for any signs of lies.
Technically, the threat was to her own physical integrity. She had no knowledge of the possible identity of her attacker and she did not know who or what that wolf had to do with all this. As for the presence of the beautiful ginger, she deemed this information privy only to herself.
Still Larissa Weems knew Evelyn well, and she could feel the blond was withholding crucial information. But she was also aware of the fact that Evelyn would come to her when she was ready, or when the situation would be close to the boiling point. She simply hoped she would reach out before that point.
“What was Miss Capri doing in your classroom?” She asked. “This is not a mug from the cafeteria, did she bring you tea?”
Evelyn’s face heated considerably. “She just wanted to see if I was ok…” She said, but stopped her sentence once she saw Larissa’s face. “Don’t start Larissa. It’s just friendliness from one colleague to the other.”
“I am sure.” She said standing from her chair. “ David will be over at lunch, just to check if you are back to normal.” Before she could argue, Larissa lifted her hand, clearly signifying that the discussion was closed.
After she left, her morning sped past, class after class filled with lectures and answering students' queries. Lunch rolled around, and as discussed, David was at her door once again, briefcase in hand and a joyful smile illuminating his boyish features.
The check up was quick and efficient, but his visit lingered for the full duration of lunch. They talked fondly of their time as students and life after graduation. She found the man’s presence warm and comfortable, full of banter and laughter. Before she knew it, students were filtering in and the blond had not even had the time to grab lunch.
The final bell came as the blond’s salvation. She held in her delight until the last student walked out of her class, but as soon as he was gone, her shoulders sagged, and a loud sigh left her lips. She gathered her things in her leather bag and walked out in the quad. The yard was empty with everyone most likely in the cafeteria. The air was cold but the last rays of the sun managed to warm her face. She sat on a bench, facing the forest and closed her eyes. There was a melody, faint, carried by the wind to her ears. It was familiar. In fact she had spoken of this particular piece a few hours ago.
Comptine d’un autre été, l’après-midi. A composition from a classic French movie. This was the melody that had triggered her love of music. The melody was tentative, as if played for the first time. As the song advanced, the notes became more and more assured, and soon the melody was played with so much finesse and emotion it hit the blond right in the chest. She stayed there, as the sun came down in the Nevermore gardens, ignoring her hunger and closing her eyes to better feel the music
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-A/N-
More of a filler, but gotta put some meat on the bones
This is what I have been doing instead of studying for my law midterm.
Here's the second part, cause I'm feeling generous.
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ eventually
The sun was barely peeking past the tree line, bathing the forest in its faint orange light. The trees had started to change colour and a layer of dead leaves covered the paths. The only sound echoing in the forest was the crunching of those same leaves under the seer's runners. Evelyn's ragged breath came out in clouds, the air unforgivingly cold and crisp. But still she was up, running on the familiar paths of the property. Sleep had long since abandoned the blond and nerves had kept her awake for a good part of the night. Today would be her teaching debut, which in itself was rather anxiety-inducing, but there was a feeling, deep in her mind, that kept her on edge, like something could happen at any given time, and she needed to be ready.
She reached the lake, stopping at the shores, The water was calm, fog hovering on its surface. She took a deep breath, letting the fresh, crisp air enter her burning lungs. She was glad for this moment of reprieve. She remembered the chaos and whirlwind that was Nevermore on the first day of class, and she had a feeling that even if she was now part of the staff, this day would be as demanding as it had been back when she was a student.
Evelyn took a seat on one of the rocks, her eyes scanning the scenery before her. Her gaze stopped. Someone was on the shore too, only a few yards away, far enough that the blond could not identify the stranger, but close enough to register some minor details, details that stirred that feeling inside her.
She was a woman, that much she was sure, and a heavy, dark, woollen blanket was wrapped around her frame. The thing that struck out the most was the fiery ginger hair flowing past her shoulders. That hair, which had plagued her dreams for the past week. If this was almost too perfect to be coincidental, but Evelyn had learned that she could not go about her life trying to match every single detail to her visions. If something was meant to happen, it would find a way to do so however the universe deemed fit, and sometimes, meddling with its plans would only end up constructing a more torturous path.
She must've felt eyes on her because the mysterious woman's head turned towards her. She sent a small wave her way, acknowledging her presence without seeking out her company. They both existed in their own little world, watching the same sun come up behind the mountains.
The morning passed in the blink of an eye. A quick breakfast in the quiet of her quarters and an impressive amount of outfit changes left very little time for Evelyn to review her notes for her first class. Considering that fact, she managed to give her first lecture at Nevermore with very little struggle. She had seen the lazy, uninterested looks of her students when they walked the threshold of her classroom fade and transform into a curiosity at the sight of their new teacher. Evelyn prided herself in the fact that she managed to keep their interest for the entire period, and was glad to see that not a single student had started to pack up their stuff before the ring of the bell (Something she knew translated to a deep sense of disinterest and eagerness to leave.).
Her next class was more of the same, but Evelyn noticed a pair of unlikely friends sitting on the second row. A girl with pale hair, who had embellished her uniform with a multitude of colourful accessories, sitting next to a smaller girl, hair as dark as night, looking straight out of black and white film. This girl had the most piercing gaze and it seemed fixed on the teacher, scrutinizing and analyzing her during the whole of the period. It took a lot for the professor to not shrink under her dark gaze. Something about her made her feel uneasy, like this student knew too much about her simply by looking at her.
Fortunately, the bell rang, signifying the end of the class and the start of lunch. As the students filtered out, Evelyn walked to the widow, cracking each one of them open, trying to let in the fresh fall breeze. She sat on the corner of her desk and took off her blazer, leaving her in her dark green blouse and rolled up her sleeve, trying to expose as much of her damp skin to the fresh air. Her lack of sleep was starting to affect her. She could feel a migraine coming for the second time in a few days.
She scanned her classroom, chairs astray and papers forgotten on desks, but something horribly colourful attracted her eye. A neon pink and green planner had been left on the desk in the second row. A name and class schedule stuck on the first page. Evelyn picked it up and left the calm of her classroom. Enid Sinclair had dance practice in the music room during lunch. A small stroll through the corridors was as good a way as any to spend her free time before her next class.
The path to the music room was a familiar one. It had been one of her sanctuaries during her time as a student. The Grand piano had been a faithful companion during her long, sleepless nights when her visions were more of a curse than a blessing. She wasn't exceptional at it, but it successfully helped her empty her mind when she truly needed peace.
She could hear the echoes of a melody getting louder as she walked. The room had not changed at all. The only thing different were the concert posters on the wall and newer, cleaner instruments scattered around the room. Otherwise, it was the same deep red walls and dusty velvet curtains, the same chairs and rusty music stands.
Someone was at the piano. She seemed possessed by the melody, her fingers dancing on the keys constructing an hypnotizing tune that seemed to fill every space and corner of the room. Two girls were standing by the woman, the same two that had occupied the second row of her class. Evelyn walked towards them, planner in hand, but stopped abruptly as the woman at the piano came to full view. The second those hazel eyes met her own, Evelyn's knees gave out bringing her down.
Her knees hit the ground hard, a blinding pain pierced her left eye, the sensation unbearable. She frantically reached for the brown contact and dropped it on the floor, letting the true color show. She closed her eyes, fighting what she knew would be a particularly unpleasant vision, but she quickly gave up, letting the images flood in.
Red hair spread on white silk sheets, hooded brown eyes, a laugh so soft she felt the hair at the back of her neck raise. Then black, a dark forest, a piercing howl, those same brown eyes. She felt weak, life draining from her. She looked down to her sides where claws had pierced her. She could feel the pain as if she had truly been wounded. A deep dangerous roar pulled her gaze from her wound to the massive wolf before her. The eyes of the beasts were wild and fixed on her sides. Fear flooded her mind but something didn't make sense. Those eyes held no animosity towards her. They were frantic, worried even. A thought crossed her mind. If the wolf was standing before her, whose claws were currently embedded in her abdomen? Before she could turn to discover her true attacker, her legs gave out once again, bringing her down on the forest floor.
Evelyn opened her eyes. She was met with the worn out wood floors of the music room. She was on all fours, her heart hammering in her chest and barely able to catch her breath. There was a hand on her back, the touch warm and grounding. She tried to make her racing mind focus on the sensation, regaining a little bit of her awareness.
"Is she alright?" The voice was small and worried, most likely belonging to the colourful owner of that god-awful planner.
"Miss Rostand seemed to have been plagued by a vision." Another answered flatly. Both voices seemed to come from farther, which meant the third person, the one on the floor by her side was the woman she suspected was the reason for her current predicament.
"Leave the professor for a moment girls, visions can take a lot out of someone." Her voice was deep, soft and wrapped itself around Evelyn's mind, alleviating the throbbing headache creeping in. She straightened herself, staying on her knees for now, not trusting herself to stand up just yet.
"Easy there, take a deep breath with me." Evelyn turned towards the voice, and a shock traveled her body. There were those same deep brown eyes from her vision.
The woman had a worried expression, but when their gaze met, that expression morphed into surprise, and something else Evelyn could not quite place.
"Your eye..." It was only a whisper, but Evelyn heard the words clearly. Usually she would avert her gaze or close her eyes but this time she didn't, she looked at her head on, as if she could decipher just from one look exactly what this woman had to do with her vision. She took the hand she was offered and slowly rose from the floor.
"I think we will postpone this session, Enid."
"Of course Miss Capri." Enid said, picking up her planner, which had been discarded during her vision. "Thank you Miss Rostand for bringing it back." She walked out, but her roommate stayed, lingering near the door.
"Is there something you need Miss Addams?" Miss Capri asked expectantly.
"I wanted to inquire Miss Rostan about the process of her vision." She said as if it was the most mundane thing.
"I think now is not the time, Miss Addams." The music teacher said sternly while guiding Evelyn to the nearest chair. The young woman turned around without a word and exited the classroom, leaving the two teachers alone.
"Thank you Miss Capri." Evelyn said with a shaky voice. She didn't know why, but she could not seem to get her heart to slow down, not when this beautiful redhead was looking at her with such reverence and worry.
"None of that please, call me Isadora." she stood and walked to her desk where she rummaged in search of a water bottle. Evelyn murmured the name under her breath, just to feel the syllable roll off her tongue. "Do they happen often? Your visions?"
"Not as strong as this, no." She said, taking a sip from the bottle. "I'm Evelyn by the way." She added with a small smile. "I wish we could've been introduced under different circumstances."
"Don't worry, I've made worse first impressions back in my days." Now that the initial shock had worn off, Evelyn was able to really take in the woman before her. Her red hair was cascading down her shoulder in beautiful curls. She was wearing a long brown skirt paired with a leopard print blouse. Several rings adorned her fingers. She kept playing with them, twisting and fidgeting, the motion hypnotic. Her eyes had not left Evelyn's face, watching, waiting for any signs of discomfort, her lips parted in concentration.
The more time passed, the more her heart seemed to have a hard time regulating its beats. A strange feeling was fogging her brain, but Evelyn shrugged it off as a side effect from a particularly intense episode.
"I should probably get back to my class." Evelyn said, taking a step towards the door. Alas, her legs faltered and the professor thought she would meet the ground yet again today, if it wasn't for Isadora's strong and steady arms catching the blond before her fall.
"Oh no you are not." She said firmly, which stirred something inside the seer. "I'm walking you back to your quarters and you are taking the rest of the day off." Evelyn did not have the energy to argue so she let the red head guide her back to the professor's quarters.
Her head was painfully throbbing by the time they reached her door. She pulled her keys out of her pocket but her hands were weak and shaky, causing her to drop them on the floor. Ever the gentlewoman, Isadora bent down to pick them up. From her position on the floor, her eyes met Evelyn's mismatched ones.
She slumped on the doorframe, flashes from her vision in the woods, mixed with the music teacher walking ahead on a path, laughing with her head thrown back , fingers dancing on a piano, those familiar silk sheets and beautiful hair sprawled on the pillows.
She gasped, pain flashing behind her eyes. Ring clad fingers touched her forehead, the cold metal a welcomed sensation on her burning skin. "You're burning up, let's get you inside."
Isadora opened the door, gently guiding the blond towards her bed. Evelyn sat, head in her hands, trying to fight the pain and dizziness. She kicked her shoes off and as soon as her head hit the pillow, the seer was out, her body forcing rest upon her.
This is what I have been doing instead of studying for my law midterm.
Hopefully this is as much a source of entertainment reading it as it has been for me to write it. This is currently sitting in my cloud with over twenty pages written, we'll see where this goes. Hope you'll stay for the ride.
The futur is uncertain. It is always changing, impossible to predict. Or at least, that is what most people think. For Evelyn, the futur is something she is most familiar with. But there was no way in hell she could have predicted this.
She took this job as Nevermore's new outcast history professor in the hopes of trading a life full of danger and precariousness for one simpler, quieter existence. But of course, simplicity had never been her strong suit. Mysteries, oddities and an unexpected meeting were on the menu for Evelyn Rostand, who could not have landed farther from the slow quiet life she desperately wanted.
In the eye of the storm, she will find her oasis
18+ eventually
There was something in the air tonight. Thunder and lightning split the dark midnight sky and rain fell in torrents, obscuring the windows of the taxi. Tension was heavy in the air, every crack of thunder an unsuccessful attempt at alleviating it. The biting cold and humidity had managed to overthrow the weak heating system of the old taxi, making Evelyn shiver in the back seat. She gripped the seat desperately, trying to stabilize herself as the car made a sharp turn on the winding dirt road that led to her new home.
The horrendous conditions did not deter the taxi driver, who seemed to be eager to arrive at their destination. Evelyn gazed out of the window, trying to see beyond the streaks of rain, without success.
The car came to a sudden halt, violent enough for the seatbelt to steal her breath from her lungs. All she could see was the faint outline of massive gates.
She closed her eyes for a second, and took a slow, deep breath. She was exhausted. The plane ride had been anything but relaxing. She kept waking up to flashes, images of ring clad fingers hovering over piano keys, soft melodies and a laugh so smooth she couldn't help but smile at the sound. But those beautiful moments were interrupted by darker ones. Her hands bloodied, a dark crimson full moon and a deep guttural growl that rattled her bones.
Evelyn opened her eyes, meeting the worried, frantic ones of the driver holding the payment machine. Her eyebrows raised. He was going to leave her here, for her to walk up the rest of the way. In this weather? What a gentleman.
« Really?» She said, taking the machine a little more abruptly than necessary. She was not one to give an attitude, but considering her level of fatigue, and the nasty migraine creeping in her skull, she figured this man would not curse her out too much if she didn't act like a bubbly ray of sunshine.
She handed back the machine, purposefully omitting the tip, and stepped out into the pouring rain. Before her, the gates opened with an ominous sound, welcoming her on the grounds of the famous academy. By the time she reached the tall, wooden doors, Evelyn was soaked through.
A strange feeling overcame her at the sight of her old school. Something akin to melancholy and the feeling one gets when they come home after being away. It was odd since the seer had not thought of Nevermore much after her graduation. She was swept up by life's current, following where the wind took her. But still her attachment to this place seemed stronger than she had thought. Her last few years had been eventful, which is why Evelyn had jumped on this opportunity to settle in a stable, danger free job. But now that she had stepped back into its halls Evelyn's mind was flooded with memories of her teenage years.
A light cough broke Evelyn's nostalgic thoughts. Up the spiral staircase stood the woman responsible for her presence here. Principal Weems was an impressive woman with a powerful aura. Anyone who met her cowered before her, but to Evelyn, the sight of the woman only brought warmth. Larissa had been a motherly figure during her time at Nevermore. She had spent so many nights in front of the fireplace in her office when insomnia kept her awake.
Young, Evelyn had difficulties with her visions. Still, to this day she could not control them entirely, but back then she was physically affected by them. Everything was heightened, the episodes stronger which would leave her nauseous, with splitting headaches that would linger for days. Principal Weems had taken the young seer under her wing, and took care of her and guided her during these difficult times.
She looked the same, regal and elegant. Evelyn smiled broadly at her. " Principal Weems, What a delight it is to see you again."
She descended the stairs, a smile matching Evelyn's. She took her hand between hers, holding it like a mother would her daughter. "Oh Evelyn, I think we can leave the formalities, you can call me Larissa." She said warmly. "We are overjoyed that you are joining the staff for this new semester."
She started walking towards her office, assuming the younger woman would follow. The inside of her office had not changed one bit. A fire burning was the only source of light in the room, bathing it in a warm orange glow that thawed the dark, ominous atmosphere of the storm. The fire managed to warm Evelyn a little, but the fact was that she was still drenched from her walk in the rain.
"I won't keep you for too long, I assume you must be eager to take a warm shower and get to bed, there's just a few things I thought needed our immediate attention." Weems took place in one of the armchairs in front of the fire. Evelyn took place on the second one, mimicking the principal's posture.
" I see you are wearing your contacts." She said, her eyes narrowing. Evelyn blinked, the brown contact in her left eye shifting slightly. " I had wished that one day you would let yourself embrace it." She said, her gaze shifting to the fire.
"After everything that happened last year, our philosophy changed quite a bit. This year, we'd like to encourage the students to embrace what makes them unique, outcasts." She paused, letting the moment stretch. " We'd like the same philosophy to apply to our teaching staff. »
« Such a wonderful gift should not be hidden away behind normality. » Larissa said, sending a smile her way. "Of course if you are comfortable with the idea." Evelyn stayed silent, but Larissa did not need an answer from the blond seer.
" Secondly, I would like your input on this year's gala. We have settled on a theme which could use your area of expertise. I'll share the details once everything is set in stone, but I simply wanted to let you know."
« We are hoping Morticia Addams will join us for this semester as chair of the gala. You two should get along great considering your similar gifts. » Evelyn's eyes rolled so far back she caught a glimpse of her own cerebellum. Larissa laughed at the sight. " I know I know, do not worry, I have been very discreet about your abilities. It's up to you to share what you deem necessary."
Larissa stood up, her imposing figure bathing in the golden light of the fire. « Shall we take you to your quarters? » she asked, clapping her hands together.
They walked the dark empty corridors to an area she had not seen often back in her days as a student. This area was off limits to the students and occupied the farthest part of the castle.
Larissa stopped before the last door of the corridor and pulled a key out of her pocket. « I had your luggages brought up while we talked. Everything should be in here. » She said with a smile. « I hope you will feel at home here. »
The room was very spacious, with high ceilings and enough space to accommodate a small kitchenette, a living room area and a massive four poster bed. The space was warm and cozy, dimly lit by a fire burning in the fireplace. The walls were a dark velvety red and the furniture was made of dark oak. It looked and smelled old.
The first thing that truly caught Evelyn's attention were the floor to ceiling bookcases that encased the fireplace. Upon closer investigation, Evelyn realized that the shelves were filled with history books which covered every time period. The impressive collection was completed with classics from English literature and empty planners and fancy looking note books. The smell of old paper and smoke was strong in the air and Evelyn inhaled deeply, letting her muscles relax for the first time since arriving in Vermont.
A small desk was set up before the window, with a schedule and planner for her classes. She knew she had the green light for her curriculum and only two days to plan a week's worth of lessons. The thought made Evelyn's migraine flair painfully, and reminded her of her current state of exhaustion. Evelyn sighted, she knew that for the next two days, she would not see the outside of her room.
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P.S. sorry I'm a native French speaker, I hope my English is not too abysmal.
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