#sect of devotion

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[Made by the participant, Silly]

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Eve grabbed the other’s hand and pulled her out of her room. Nothing about her plans would go wrong. Everything would be fine.

“Are you sure this is going to be alright? Someone might notice we’re gone, Evie,” Sylvia said, watching the other from behind as she is dragged outside.

“Yes, the royals won’t miss us for a bit. They’re too busy glaring heated daggers at each other from across the room anyways.” Eve grimaced, shaking her head as they walked. Honestly. The tension between the two of them was absurd.

Once outside of the castle and into the outer halls along the sides, she let go of her hand and stepped behind her. Raising her hands, she pressed them onto Sylvia’s back and pushed her forward at a faster pace while laughing, “You’re so slow, Come on!” She then paused her words, considering. “You should chase me. It’ll be fun!”

Sylvia leaned back against her hands as she walked, looking over her shoulder to look at Eve. “You want me to chase you? Someone could see u-” She didn’t have time to finish her sentence before her friend shoved her forwards and took off running in front of her. 

Eve laughed as she ran, almost stumbling a little as she checked behind herself to see if Sylvia was following, which she was. In fact, she was full sprinting in at her. Whipping her head back around to watch where she was going, she began sprinting down the hall. 

She ran, hearing very clearly the sounds of someone chasing her. As they played their small game, they were coming up on her secret path to her spot. It would be a hard left, which left room to slip and fall since their shoes offered no traction right then.

There was no choice. Eve had to do it. Hitting the corner sharp, she scrambled a little, but got up quickly and returned to her sprint away from Sylvia. The other girl hit the corner even sharper, but she grabbed onto a limb so she swung around more easily without falling down. Eveline heard her laugh behind her, "You know I'm going to get you, Evie. It's inevitable, my dear." 

"As if!" she called back, being sure to dodge outstanding limbs and roots in her path. Having to focus on the terrain, Eve laughed breathily as the lake came into view down the path. It was the final stretch. She pushed herself harder, to the point where she almost falls a few times as she runs. She can hear her friend behind her running harder as well, and what sounded like getting closer footsteps.

Thud.

Eve hit the ground hard just as she reached the bank of the lake, being tackled by her companion. She wheezed as she tried to catch her breath again. Sylvia was on top of her back, laughing as she laid there.

After a few minutes of this, Eve finally caught her breath enough to speak again. "Get off of me, you foul ginger demon," she said, moving to push Syl off.

The redhead just laughed more, but relented and rolled off of her into the textured ground of the lakeside pebbles. "You know that I'd get you. Why would you do that?" She questioned, looking over at her partner. 

Eve grinned in response, pushing herself onto the backs of her hands. Looking down at her clothes, they were now very obviously dirtied and with a quick glance at Sylvia's, hers were exactly the same. Dirtied up. "Now we're going to have to change before we go back, Sylvie. Look at what you've done now."

She raised her hands in defense of herself and enunciated her accent more, "I did no such thing. I was provoked, miss. I'm innocent in this matter." As she spoke, she watched Eveline with careful eyes, as if painting her on a little portrait in their mind.

Eve hummed, looking at the other softly. Ginger hair she adored to run her hands through. Freckles every which way on her face that she wants to kiss each individually for days. Softly curved jaw that she loves.

The feelings she felt for her were strong, beating within her own heart. It felt like it might overwhelm her and her senses. It was a torrential downpour of a feeling so strong it could drown her from the inside out.

That wasn't the point though. She couldn't. Not again, anyways. They had already kissed once, when she was very in her right mind while under the influence. Then there was the time when they were both under the influence, but it was obvious both were fine with it.

They were beginning to toe the line in the sand between whatever they were. They were certainly more than friends, however it was even clearer that they weren't officially anything. A thought that bothered Eve quite honestly. *What were they?* She didn't know.

Slowly pushing herself off the ground and back upright on her feet, Eve brushed her hands off on her dirty skirt. She reached down and held her hand out for Sylvia, who took her offer and together they pulled her up. 

Once up, they stared at each other for a few seconds, maybe a minute. Just looking at each other. Eventually, Eve smiled and looked away, over to where her little setup was.

Leading her by the hand once more, she took them over to her spot. Small canvases and paint all lay around in the area. She let go of Syl's hand and sat down on the cloth. After she gestured to a spot next to her, the other sat down gracefully.

"I couldn't find you your normal instrument, but I did find this lyre, which if I remember right you play. I hope you play-" she cuts herself off, as she just holds out the lyre in question to Sylvia.

Syl reached out and took it, looking it over. "This will work perfectly fine, Evie. Do not worry," she smiled at her friend and lightly played a small chord. She nodded, clearly satisfied with the quality of it.

Once Eve was sure that Syl would not mind the lyre, she picked up her own small canvas. Angling herself to face her, she took her brush and slowly began to paint the lake in front of her. Of her dearest plucking notes and chords, creating a wondrous melody at the tips of her fingers.

They remained like this for a while as the sun slowly began its descent below the horizon. Her fiery hair set ablaze in the setting sun’s light. The golden hour made her look like a goddess of the sun, right where she belonged.

Eveline could just reach out and set her painting down, then lean forward as her hand smashes into the painting accidentally as she would have readjusted herself forward with little hesitation. 

Sylvia would look up and smile, setting the lyre to the side of her. Her hands would come up and cup Eve's face, and everything would be alright. Everything would be as it should be.

So she did. She set down the painting and slipped in it a little as she set her hands down. She leaned forward and Sylvia did her part. Set down the lyre and cupped her cheeks in her hand.

They met together a third time.

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The Chosen

Trembling hands clutched the rosary as he fell to his knees. Words - a prayer - falling from his lips as his body shook, desperation dripping off each word spoken. This was the only solution he could think of, the last thing that could clear his mess.

The final word of the prayer slipped from his lips as it came to a close. No reply. No- No reply yet. It was an emergency but he had to be patient. He had to give them time. He had to-

“Hello..?” A stillness rippled through his dark flat. Still but.. there was a presence. He turned and slowly stood from his place on the floor, eyes straining to see into the void that was the rest of his flat, the only light coming from the candles on the altar and from the moonlight through the windows.

With slow and unsure steps, he went towards the darkness, his knuckles white from the grip on his rosary - the darkness seemed darker than usual.

His steps stopped as he got a little further in, back to straining his eyes to see into the further parts of his flat. It seemed no-one was there, yet the presence stayed.

He tried again, his voice a little more confident but still shaken. “Hello?” Then it happened.

A loud voice wormed its way into his head, into every part of his conscious and subconscious mind, a voice that drowned any and every thought that may have been in its way.

He gripped onto his head as he stumbled back, his head already pounding from the sudden intrusion and a stream of blood trickling down to his chin from his nose, breaths shallow as he found his way to a chair to sit. 

It spoke again as the initial shock wore down, though it didn’t help the sudden migraine.

“My help was requested, my Dear?”

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me when i break into kodas house to steal their cat:

As you absolutely should