♦ for Evie and Finn
@thedevilsbckbone / ♦ : his own cowardice made him sick sometimes. many times over his entire life, he had been told he was stubborn as a mule, but finn didn't think that was the truth. he wasn't stubborn, he had strength in his convictions... except when he didn't. it was tearing him in half, dissolving his friendship with evie. he hated that he bended to his bishop's will so easily, so easily he cast evie aside. he resented that he had to choose at all, especially because finn had that actual strength in one of his convictions, the most important one: nothing could jeopardize his standing in the church. as terrible as it was, she jeopardized his standing. it wasn't fair to either of them, but her most of all. he knew what turning his back on her would do. she didn't have anyone else. at least finn had his siblings, though he wasn't on speaking terms with any of them. at least he still had the church. evie didn't. not anymore. that was all finn's fault. when the guilt became too much, he called her, despite every warning bell in his head telling him not to.
"hey evie, it's father stokely. i'm sorry to be calling so early in the morning, i assume you're not up yet since you didn't answer. it's the nature of the beast for me, i'm so used to getting up early for mass that my internal clock gets me up at four in the morning no matter the day. oh, sorry, you probably don't care about that. anyway, i just wanted to apologize for how things, um, ended up. i wish things were different. i wish i was different sometimes. you don't need to call me back or anything, unless you want to. i hope you're doing okay. just... reach out if you need me. alright. have a good day, evie."
