Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-07-28 14:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, evangeline sablier, norman osborn |
Who: Evie and Norman
Where: In the city, in a park near Stark Tower because Evie wanted to see them repairing it.
When: Recently
What: I have no idea - Maybe it's nice, maybe there's a tornado. WHO KNOWS? Maybe both.
Warnings: None yet.
Evie had never been what one might call a homebody, at least by anyone that she had in her life now. There had been a time in her life when she didn't leave her room let alone the house. It had been a constant struggle with her father to get herself up and out of the house. At first she'd outright refused, then she'd thrown fits, then slowly she'd gotten better and better. She'd learned that the world was not out to hurt her as a collective unit. That the world itself was full of beautiful things, and sometimes beautiful things had a little bit of ugly too. But she had learned to find the good in things, and had come out of her shell in ways that had never been anticipated. Blossoming was putting it mildly. She was supposed to be a success story. She spent so much of her time sharing her story with people who had been just like her, the thing about Evie was that she believed it when she said everything was going to be okay.
Unfortunately she'd been slipping. And not just lately. For the past year. It had been a year. It was days away from being a year. Just mere days. The time she'd given herself to heal. The maximum allowable mope factor. She knew it was unhealthy to do it when she'd done it. When she'd said she was only going to feel this way for a year. If anything it only made her feel it that much more knowing that sooner or later she'd have to say goodbye to it full stop. Say goodbye to the fractures on her soul that were held together with school glue and silly putty. She knew she couldn't just wake up and declare herself healed and better. But she knew she had to wake up and declare herself starting over. She had lived seven years of her life boosting another person up, and god damn she'd been glad to do it. Happy. Joyous. Thrilled to do it. Because he loved her in a way that she was convinced no one else would ever be able to. She hated to say goodbye to that feeling, but the truth was it didn't exist anymore. It wasn't there wrapping around her like a sweater that was too big anymore. She remembered what it felt like, but it didn't have in the air and prickle her skin the way it used to when he looked at her. He hadn't looked at her in a year. It had been a year. No matter how many times she heard his voice in her heart her ears were never going to hear it again and even though she found herself missing it, she didn't long for it anymore.
The aches and pains inside her were dulled and the stabbing and cutting they'd been doing was over. There was still an emptiness, one she knew was never getting filled but it had become as much a part of her as Will had been. She didn't mind carrying it around, there was beauty in that ugliness too. She found herself treasuring Daisy when she made looks that reminded her of Will, they used to give her pause and make her wonder how she'd be able to look at Daisy and see that every day. But it was a joy. A gift. Something he'd left behind. And not in the way she'd cursed him for at the beginning. In a wonderful way.
The sadness and tears were coming more often, but she considered it a last minute purge of emotion. She had to rid herself of it to deal with the here and now. There were people threatening her and her friends. Jack was...She didn't know what Jack was but she worried herself into a frenzy about it and about Wren and Luke. She focused there, and tried not to overstep boundaries but she just wanted to protect them all. It was a fierce determination in her that was slowly pushing aside the feelings of helplessness that had welled up and overflowed inside of her over the last year. Loneliness and fear, it was still there but it was different now. It wasn't lonely for Will, it was lonely for someone. It wasn't fear of being alone, it was fear of not being alone and fear of being unable to protect the people she loved. Of being unable to protect Daisy most of all.
So she worked hard with the Professor. She learned to make tornados, she watched Storm in awe. She learned where things came from inside of her and she used it, not in a bad way and it still frightened her the damage she was capable of doing. But if she had friends to protect. She would. God she would and nothing could stop her.
This self assessment took place on a warm sunny day (there was a cloud strategically placed over the sun to filter it just a bit, she changed the shape every now and again so as not to arouse suspicion. As she wrote in her journal and looked up at Stark Tower and the sheer mass of the thing, she wondered what it would have taken to bring it down the way the glass had tumbled. She wanted to see them repairing it, she wanted to see Captain America and Thor, and she figured if there was anywhere she was safe it was right there. The train ride from Westchester and the three other trains to get here had been nerve racking, but she was moving forward now. Always moving forward. And coming back to a city she loved almost like it was a part of her was a good first step. Of course, she was afraid of being kidnapped so she hung close by Stark Tower and Spider-Man.
She was alone on the bench, a pair of blue denim capris and an grey tank top to soak up some rays on her dreadfully white skin. Her blonde hair was tied back in a loose braid that Wren had helped her with and by the second subway ride she'd managed to ruin. Her sunglasses were large and round, as was the style and she was glad to hide her face just a bit. She back looking up at the building and watched as a few people wandered by with their dogs.