#evelyn.

[yakshaxiao-archived]

evelyn for anonymous.

[vltconfs]

@wantsallfab

[ladyimaginarium]

GANGSTA. Tarot; Major Arcana.

[showfallmediamaintenance]

wait shit this isn’t Edgar anymore??

-MKD

Nope! And it won’t be for at least a day, Mikayla Carolyn Du-Silva.

You’re stuck with me.

[nverdied]

1. will you love me in december as you do in may?   1863.     during the american civil war, jack finds himself in china. he travels often and doesn’t like staying in one place for long. he takes a job as a fisherman, thanks to his strength and durability, and he keeps to himself. spending so long on the docks, jack accidentally gets involved in an opium trade, and is hired as a handler and transporter ; he takes the job for extra money. on a warm day in spring, when jack was finished delivering a load of fish, he sees mei, a woman with flowing black hair and petal lips that always turn up at one corner, painting in a corner of the market. she told him he smelled like the ocean and laughed. she was the first woman he was able to fall in love with, and they fell in love deeply. despite mei’s family refusing to give the couple their blessing — seeing jack as nothing but a poor fisherman, as well as having some suspicion of his connection with the drug trade — the two got married in secret and settled down in a home jack built for them. mei only had to ask once for jack to stop associating with the opium dealers, and he was out of the business. however, him leaving made the trader furious. he sent ten men to jack and mei’s home to take jack down. while fighting them off, an eleventh snuck into the home and killed mei — a death for a death, since jack killed one of the dealer’s men during their first altercation. jack finds mei’s body and carries her back to her family before disappearing to another country.

2. if i love you, is that a fact or a weapon?   1922.     manhatten is buzzing with jazz, coming to life with the music, but jack wasn’t interested in that. he’s just permenantly closed his antique shop and was planning on moving on when a man saw his height, his build, and his strength, and hired him as a bouncer at his club, which doubled as a stomping ground for a low level sector of the mafia. working one night, the boss walked through the doors of the club, arm linked with a beautiful blonde wearing expensive clothes and a flirtatious smile. jack didn’t pay her much mind, but he caught her eye immediately. she often went down to the floor to see him, making eye contact while she was dancing, talking with him and enjoying the blunt way he spoke. their love grew slower than the first, but evelyn crawled into his heart and stayed there. they often had to sneak around, as she was technically still with the man in the mafia. when the boss finds out about her and jack, he tries to kill jack, only to be killed himself in the process. now free, evelyn asks jack to marry her, and they have a small wedding. they leave the club behind in favor of starting a life, but when the mafia comes to avenge their boss’s death, and evelyn almost gets killed, he leaves her in hopes that she would be safe. she’s written him letters over the years, but eventually, when he doesn’t reply, she stops. he never sees her or speaks to her again.

[incorrectelysium]

rhys: lahat ito ay kasalanan mo!

chano: I know, I know.

evelyn: You speak filipino?

chano: No. I just know the phrase "this is all your fault" in every language.

[incinerxtes]

DATE & TIME: july 9th, 9:03pm LOCATION: gardens, the lair STATUS: closed for @soundsempressive

what does he know of the world? 

that he has never been too far out of these four walls, and if so, never for long - that it is too big and he has had to start as many fires as he has had to put out to see the sunrise today - that he has been through this five times and that it is never kind - that it is undeserving - 

that it is the girl before him but not like this, but smiling - that it is a woman who found him in a city made of volcanic ash - that it is sparklers and birthday candles and bonfires and warmth - that it is two girls he has worried too many times - that it is too kind for the likes of him - 

the world is a home, and without her, the world is not the same to them. 

“she’s not hurt. she’s not - she’s fine.” ignore the frazzled look of the usually composed woman, ignore the haunted look she gave them all, one by one. “she’s still alive. she’s just - “ 

in the moonlight, only a few flowers bloom wide. he’s nearly gone through half a pack since fei’s apparition left them, and the smoke trailing from his mouth doesn’t seem to be stopping soon. 

“ - she’s disappointed. in us. fuck, i - “ he doesn’t want to ask what to do, doesn’t want to be helpless, can’t be - needs to be an answer, a fucking result for all he was meant to symbolize. not nothing. not nothing. not to her. to either of them. 

a deep breath. more smoke. he’s so tired. “we’re on the right track, at least. with the ley lines. but she said something escaped - so even if we closed them right there’s still more to it. but we’re onto something. anything.” is it enough? is he enough? he doesn’t look at evelyn, just sinks short nails into palms instead. 

“but she’s alive. we can start with that. if she’s alive then we can get her back - right?”