myquietfriends (myquietfriends) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2012-09-08 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, evan rosier |
Who: Evan & Open
What: Evan's by himself somewhere near the lake. Idk what else from there.
Where: Foresty places
When: Saturday afternoon
His thoughts were getting too loud. That's all Evan could say to explain why he'd suddenly left the cottage he shared with Narcissa to go off on his own. He didn't even bring Adelais with him. He hadn't stopped long enough to get him. No, he was distracted by his thoughts and things that felt foreign to him. That's because they aren't supposed to be there. Apparently he hadn't been doing nearly as good a job as he thought. He'd done so well up till now and now it was cracking and he didn't like it.
He kept telling himself that he was just sick. It was just sickness. It was from working at the muggle store. It was making him sick and that's why he thought that he was feeling things for people. It couldn't be real. It wasn't allowed to be real. It was a nightmare and he would wake up any minute and find that he'd been having a dream brought on by some fever that he'd gotten because of Muggles. Muggles had done this. Yes. Muggles.
But the fact that he consistently kept not waking up in a fevered state was starting to worry him. He'd have to put distance between himself and Helena until he could figure out what was wrong with him and how to fix it. He couldn't keep himself distant from Adelais much, though. Evan was bothered that he didn't want to. Eventually he'd fix it. He would...and then he would stop being sick.
He stopped by one of the trees, picking up a stick. As he got closer to the lake, he squatted down, reaching out with his stick to hit the surface of the water. He didn't know if it would help, but at least if someone ran into him, they couldn't be mad with him for hitting water.