Evangeline Montgomery (pushandpull) wrote in afic, @ 2011-06-26 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: eva montgomery, character: george weasley, player: sarah, player: stacey |
WHO: Eva and George
WHERE: George's place
WHEN: Sunday Evening, after the kidlet is in bed
WHAT: Talking... that neither are looking forward to
RATING: TBD
Her stomach had been one big knot. It tightened and twisted everything she even tried to piece together what she should say to George. She'd spent the night curled with Sofiya on her sofa, smoking more than she ought to and a bottle of whiskey between them. Sofiya may have had a point, he knew her, knew just how fucked up she was and he didn't try and fix her. Just- was there and understood it all. But what she couldn't ever forget was that he had a small person who he was responsible for now. Someone he couldn't be the mess he had been and the mess she was for. Someone that when she just thought of made her stomach flip. She was what a year older than Nicolas was-
Eva twisted the edge of the dress she was wearing, she paced a few steps across her living room before she glanced at the clock one more time.
She didn't want to lose what they had but maybe it was for the best. Just like it had been with Steve. Never mind how much it hurt still. They were all good people and that was the problem. Eva didn't.. couldn't think of herself as a good person. Couldn't think of herself as deserving of anything good. But explaining that to anyone else had never been something she was capable of doing. Steve, bless his heart knew more than most and just wanted her to get help and talk to someone. She hadn't done it. Bearing that darkest part of her wasn't something she could just work herself up to. She could just throw herself into a million other coping mechanisms that she knew didn't change anything but at least made the days go by a little easier. Even if sometimes she felt... bad about it, or at least she did when she spoke to Steve or when she looked at the owl George wrote where he said that he- there wasn't anyone else for him.
One more twist of the edge of the dress she wore and Eva forced herself out the door. She managed to place the locking wards on the flat before she apparated. There was no denying the slight tremor in her hand as she knocked softly on his door, her palm coming to rest flat on the doors surface.