#eig realtime

[evandalist-in-gotham]

There’s a knock at Evans door

Artems there with four jewelry boxes

( @gothamghostwhispers )

He steps out, quickly flicking off the light as Evan opens the door. He looks up at Artem, a little awkwardly.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

There’s a knock at Evans door, Artems there with tea.

“Hey kiddo can I talk to you about something?”

The door creaks open to a totally dark room, the only sliver of light being from the hall. He looks up at Artem.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

Artem arrives at the lab carrying a stack of magic tomes and hovering a tea set next the them.

“I know a teacup isn’t really lab safe even with the little lids but I figured we’re just doing basic tests… feels like a tea scenario…. Or maybe hot coco would have been more comforting…”

( @gothamghostwhispers @bugboi-of-gotham )

He stands at attention, not having been ordered to sit. The longer he stayed, the weirder he felt.

Idiot boy. No wonder The Mistress insisted on such training. Look at how badly you've done. Barely five assignments in, and you've gotten yourself caught. This is why your rebirth is as painful as it is.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

A boy sits at the top of a building, staring at the cars below as the wind pushes back his hood, revealing dull blonde locks. He watches intently, clouded by the dark of the night.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

An oddly iridescent tortoise is walking around the main living room, it freezes the moment Evan enters the room.

She recognizes Beaus tie to the child of course, and Artems was familiar enough they suppose, but this third claim…. The third claim is entirely unfamiliar and Something about it was just…. Wrong

( @nymphofgothamriver )

Evan pauses, staring at the tortoise frozen in place.

Is this....normal? He's dealt with a lot of...well, odd sorts during his time with the two who brought him here, but never a tortoise.

Though he supposes after the cat he shouldn't be so surprised. Of course Fae so powerful as Beau and Artem have their own servants and errand-runners, just as he is--was?--for The Mother.

A complicated mess of emotion sitting in his gut raise at the thought of Her, as they always do nowadays. Admiration-fear-love-disgust threatening to crawl up his throat at the mere mention of...

Whatever She is to Evan.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

A woman made of water with a familiar iridescence walks up to Evan and pats them on the head.

“Good day my son, how do you fair?” Its voice is oddly melodic but somehow still raspy from frequently their coughing. She’s wearing a T-shirt with a fish pun and jeans

( @nymphofgothamriver )

He pauses, looking up at the woman as if processing who she was. Did they know her? She wasn't The Mother, that's for sure.....Witch Artem never showed signs of form changing, neither did Fae Beau. Perhaps....

oh.

the tortoise? well, that's kind of unexpected.

...hold on, son?? "I fair well, ...?" Shit, he doesn't know what title to use! Or her name!! Theres a connection certainly but he doesn't know!!!!

[evandalist-in-gotham]

Shortly after being brought to the manor they run into Artem “Evan…? Gods it really is you…Weve been so worried”

He stared at the person blankly, before looking around and mentally mapping the manor.

[evandalist-in-gotham]

*follows you quietly from rooftops as you take a walk alone*

~@gotham-s-nightingale

Evan looked around uneasily, huddling something to his chest. He flinched at passers-by and keeping a wideberth of narrow alleys, but otherwise kept staring at the ground. Slowly he walked, as the population around him lessened.

Suddenly, he whipped around, glancing through the rooftops. The sudden movement revealed what he was holding, a pipe. Seems the paranoia wasn't completely gone after all.

Piercing brown eyes scoured through the rooftops, searching.