#thread: evangeline

[neverfalling]

LOCATION: Marzan mansion in the middle of some goofy ass hedge maze TAG: open!

This entire outing had been a mistake, something Evangeline knew from the moment she decided to attend. The masks were unexpectedly disorienting, and midway through intentionally losing a silly amount of money in a game of Texas Hold ‘Em, she excused herself, ordered a double shot of whiskey, and headed outside into the cool evening air in hopes that the chill and the drink would ease her buzzing nerves. Much to her dismay, the maze did not so much cure her anxiety as it did compound it, and so with her jaw set and the empty glass held at her side, she took turn after turn in hopes of finding an exist. It was embarrassing, to be so lost so easily when it was nothing more than dimming sunlight and high, manicured foliage. With a wave of her hand she could part the leaves and create herself an exit, and still she remained, angry and confused and a little drunk. Murmuring curses under her breath, she rounded a corner and stepped directly into someone else.

“Fucking asinine topiary-- gard--” she blurted in surprise as she fumbled the glass, catching it quickly before she dropped it.

[everettxpickcring]

Everett was starting to think on whether this was a mistake or not, letting his sister find out where he was living and better yet come and see it. He knew it wasn’t a grand place, but it was still home and Bentley had loved it so therefore he loved it even more. Yet, he could still sense she was turning her nose up at the place as she sat on the couch and talked, and talked, and talked. He would feel bad for switching off half way through the conversation if it wasn’t for the fact she’d do the same if it was him, that was until he was caught. “Sorry, I only spaced out for a second- just go back over the last little bit you were saying.”

@evangelinepickering​

[everettxpickcring]

🎯 - our muses play carnival games together

“Well I already know this isn’t going to end well.” Everett spoke, looking to the game in front of him and then to his sister, raising an eyebrow at her, “Are you sure you don’t want to do something else, carve a pumpkin? Try the maze?” Because two Pickering’s going head to head on any sort of game could cause collateral damage. And possibly have them barred from any future festivals.

@evangelinepickering​

[everettxpickcring]

Everett was reveling in the fact that his team had won, he was not one for sports and was in fact terrible at them, but he did enjoy winning. He had made his way to get refreshments for both him and Bentley when he saw someone up ahead that caused him to stop in his tracks. Between the drama with Emma and her moving away yet again, seeing his twin up ahead of him caused an immediate headache to start up. He was thinking about fleeing the scene, running away and pretending he never saw her, but to his luck his sibling turned and spotted him a grin on her face as she sauntered towards him. “Well look what the cat dragged back- looks like neither you or our sister can stay in the States for too long before crawling your way back here. Must be missing me too much, right?”

@evangelinepickering​

[neverfalling]

LOCATION: Southwest Head Light House TAG: @qvietinfvrno​ / maggie

The decision to move from the solitary silence of her home to the lighthouse for the duration of the storm hadn’t been hers, but Alice’s. At her younger sister’s insistence, she’d packed a bag, a pillow, and a blanket and left what she considered somewhere safe in order to wait out the worst of the weather somewhere never meant to house this many people. Though the pain of her magic returning had subsided, she hadn’t fully healed the wound to her shoulder, and so when the ache and the people became too much, she wandered the cramped lighthouse until she found somewhere she thought empty--a curved stairwell lit by a small window--and eased herself onto the stairs with a sigh. When she looked up, she realized she’d passed someone entirely and startled, then swore softly under her breath and shook her head.

“Apparently there isn’t a single unoccupied place in this lighthouse,” she lamented with a dry, quiet laugh. “Maggie, yes?” she continued, eyes narrowing for a moment as she tried to put a name to the familiar face.

[neverfalling]

LOCATION: park or somewhere with those public chess/checkers boards TAG: @frvrwriting / violet

Now into the second day of the quieting of all magic, Evangeline needed a new place to think. For ten years, her house had become something of a safe haven, a place the direct opposite of the sprawling mansion she’d grown up in, its close walls and creaking floorboards comforting in their familiarity. Being without magic seemed deserved, and so she’d reckoned with the loss with an even mind, but the loss of her connection to the earth unsettled her more than she thought it would. In her life, the earth had been something that remained untainted by her family and the life they tried to build for her, and now the loss felt... cruel, almost.

Without thought for where she’d walk, Evangeline drove into town and abandoned her truck in the grocery store parking lot, then began to wander, hands in her pockets, head elsewhere as her feet took her where they pleased. Eventually she found herself seated at a wooden public chess table, the figures rough hewn out of two different colors of stone. Silently, she set up the board, taking the darker grey of the two sides for herself, then felt eyes on her. Seaglass eyes lifted to meet the gaze of someone familiar, though the name took a few moments to recall before she offered Violet a weak smile. “Do you play?” she asked, straightening.

[mcrgotxlockhcrt]

“I don’t know why I’m doing this to myself, I know I’m full, I know I can’t take anymore sugar and yet-” Margot commented, taking another bite out of her licorice wand. “I’m wondering if I like, hate myself or something and this is my minds way of telling me.” Margot contemplated, “Where are you on the sugar coma level?”

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