#griefdestroyed

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@griefdestroyed wants another evelyn starter

     she knows everything now, between the pieces her grandfather has told her and the parts she already knew, it seems relatively obvious. inquisitive minds are never satisfied, though, and she has already worked her way into her father’s car and into the secret compartment under the trunk. she picks up a knife and twirls it in her fingers easily, almost absently. her other hand ghosts over the array of guns and weapons stored away, out of sight. 

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@griefdestroyed from here

“I honestly wish I could say it was.”

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@griefdestroyed 

the past is a foreign country. they do things differently there. but what are you meant to do when the past isn’t the past but the present? when you’re standing in your childhood bedroom, looking at your belongings and feeling like none of them belong to you? her finger traces the edge of the desk, a littering of children’s artwork spilling from the drawers. a suitcase open on the bed, into which she is systematically emptying her closet. clothes that don’t fit but have never been worn vanish into the depths. she picks up a plastic unicorn and holds it up to the light as she searches for some emotion, some familiarity, some connection. instead, she finds mild disappointment in knowing that it pales in comparison to the real thing. she drops it with a clang into the metal trash can.

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@griefdestroyed cont. 

     he’s made no escape attempts so far, except perhaps the occasional struggle against the wolfsbane rope around his wrists. he can feel his skin heating up at the touch of it, but that’s not his major concern. not when there’s a knife involved. he knows the hunter doesn’t have to believe anything he says, but he has no way of proving the truth. 

    you can’t prove a negative, right? that’s what lydia says. blade presses lightly against his back and he shakes his head as best he can. he understands why he thinks that, he really does. “ no, i get it, but- it’s the truth. yes, i’m an alpha, and yes that would normally mean i’d killed someone but i swear i didn’t. it’s something called a true alpha. you can look it up. ” probably. someone somewhere would have to know what it was, right? “ or ask the calaveras. they- they did all this already. ”

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     yes, they’re in public but lydia’s feeling very affectionate so she allows him to kiss her and kisses him back with much enthusiasm.     @griefdestroyed / continued 

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“ you died. ” @ ally

ANGST THINGS | @griefdestroyed 

    “ a couple of times, actually. technically. but yes. i died. for a couple of minutes. i got better. ”

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‘ don’t play with your food. ’ @ again

SOFT FAMILY STARTERS || @griefdestroyed

    “ this is not a game. ” but it doesn’t seem worth pointing out that she wasn’t playing with her food so much as she was checking it for hidden dangers, glamours or the like. anything that might negatively affect her later. she’s almost too used to the potential for danger.

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‘ it’s good to have you home. ’ @ you know .

SOFT FAMILY || @griefdestroyed

    “ is it? ” she isn’t quite sure herself. she feels somewhat useless here- but no more useless than in faerie, she supposes. she feels caught on the edge of both worlds, unable to fit into either. she certainly hasn’t done anything of note since her return and she’s still not entirely convinced that her father really missed her all that much anyway.