@warhaeds : ❛ you can’t make homes out of people. someone should have taught you that. ❜
𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢. NO ONE IS COMING TO SAVE YOU. despite being outside, breathing in fresh - as fresh as one could be after the bombs dropped - air, her chest is tightened, reminding her of that box, of how tight it was, how broken she was going to be. the scarred and marred flesh on her hands enough of a reminder that she was a commodity, an object to be had, and zachariah belmont had kept her nicely on a shelf like a porcelain doll, collector's edition. she holds the last thing he gave her to her chest, looking up at wash, tears streaking down her cheeks. all she wanted was to be a caregiver. a wife, a mother. and now, she is none of the above, nothing more than a toy taken out of its box, having lost all value. she wanted a home, not a house; somewhere that could take care of her, rather than the other way around.
the item in her hand is a porcelain doll ( a wedding topper ) , stolen off of her shelf when she RAN AND RAN AND RAN out of the embrace of THE TRAITOR, and into the embrace of the WARHEAD. despite his cruelty, he is firm with her - not mean. he looks at her and sees the ghost of someone else, but she doesn't mind. until she can discover who she is, SHE CAN FILL IN FOR SOMEONE ELSE. someone who has the rot of anger in her belly already; someone who has already been given room to grow by brandon washington. no one is coming to save you, he tells her in no less than a few words, and the doll goes slamming into the ground below. her fists hit dirt, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. she screams, her tears angry, her tears violent. it is an explosive thing, a broken thing, and evangeline st. claire breaks once more, like one would break a bone again to set it. hatred. it is hatred that sits in her bones : she, too, is broken like the porcelain doll. she, too, cannot be repaired.
she reaches for him to help her up , not yet able to stand on her own two feet. but the anger has been planted, wrath rooted in envy, wrapping around her precious heart until someone is able to cut down the briars surrounding her soul. he brings her to her feet.