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Finis roasting all the LIs in wintertide miracles was all I ever wanted from him
Call of Cthulhu for @vanhesling
Angst 11 for Evelyn
angst prompt 11. “it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be,” + evelyn harper (bloodborne)
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“It’s over, it’s done, just leave it be,” Evelyn barely registered Djura’s voice as he firmly pried the gun from her hands. She didn’t even notice how hard she was gripping it, like a lifeline, an anchor that helped her keep the emotions from drowning her sanity; without it her eyes instead focused on the intricate carvings it left etched into the skin of her bloody palms.
“It’s her blood. I can’t… I can’t believe she’s gone,” her voice was quiet and breathy, she hated that so much of her emotions slipped through but had no strength to hold them back. “She said she’d be fine, and I trusted her like fool, without even checking up on her injuries. And she was bleeding so much, she was sitting in a pool of her own blood by the time I got out and was in pain and tired, and–”
A heavy hand settled onto her shoulder. It wasn’t as comforting as she needed it to be, but it was warm and it cut the unintelligible chatter of her guilty thoughts short for which she was thankful for.
“It’s not your fault, kid. She knew the risks and had a long night behind her,” Djura nodded firmly as he turned his gaze from her to Old Yharnam below them. “I’m sure she’d tell you to get it together and continue the hunt. A hunter must hunt, and all that,” he shook his head dismissively.
Evelyn felt her heart clench at those words. Who would’ve thought she’d ever miss hearing them in that peculiar accent she’d never even heard before. And she will never hear it again. That bitter thought kept plaguing her. For who knows which time tonight, she felt sick to the stomach. What a cruel fucking joke this whole thing has been, Evelyn thought, hopefully it’s been a fun show for whatever heartless god that’s been watching.
“Take your gun,” Djura offered the cold metal back to her “You cannot stay here and mope forever. Hunters come and they go, they have their purpose until they don’t.”
He was right and to the point as he always was. Evelyn was silent for a moment before taking the gun and nodding carefully. Her other hand went into the pocket of her coat. The Crow Hunter badge. For a fraction of a second, she thought of offering it to Djura - who better to hunt crazed, dangerous hunters than himself? But she dismissed it almost immediately. His job was down here, in Old Yharnam, among the beasts. He wouldn’t take it. Besides, it was given to her, it was a goodbye gift meant for her eyes only. At once a question and an order, a new purpose and a well familiar warning.
Evelyn squeezed the badge, relishing the feel of cool metal on her skin as she slithered through the foggy streets of Old Yharnam. I know, Eileen, I know… You’ve taught me well… But have I ever listened to your warnings?
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SHIP DELILAH/BOONE. live your best life!!!!!!!!
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🖊 + Evelyn!!! My angel!!!
heck yess, thank you so much harper! my bloodborne daughter, here we go:
would really like to go home now, thankyouverymuch has been engaged four times before she came to yharnam, but each betrothed broke off the engagement once they heard the rumors about her… peculiar nature. anyways, it’s no secret she’s known as the slightly weird young woman in her town (”how terribly sad, for a family so upstanding and well-off as the harpers to have that peculiar girl as their only child and heir…”) and she’s done absolutely nothing to fix that impression! she regularly talks to herself and objects around her even when in company, takes long walks through the estate after midnight wearing only her nightgown and reciting poetry, has perhaps one or two friends outside immediate family and also is never seen without her journal tucked away safely somewhere on her person. people don’t hate her though, but they don’t trust her and are even more dismayed by her obvious disinterest in fixing her behaviour into something more proper and fitting in with the rest of the society…
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69 and 88
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69. Shiver Reflex
Narratively important: the shiver reflex is extinguished when one’s core body temperature falls below 33C and hypothermia begins to develop from a mild to moderate case.
88. The Losing Horse
From the phrase “to bet on the wrong horse”. One of the major struggles Jesse has over the course of this fic is that he believes he has not earned his place within Blackwatch, has not earned Gabriel’s patience and good favor, and has not earned the second chance he was given. He sees himself as the losing horse and Gabriel is throwing everything away by betting on him.