Genevieve Jones / Eve (appletreething) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-01-03 00:06:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Current music: | The Foxymorons - Harvard Hands |
Characters: Cain (killingfields) & Eve (appletreething)
Date/Time: 01/02, Evening
Location: The dorms, kitchen area
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible language?
Summary: Eve feels like doing something nice for the guy who doesn't know she's his mom.
Ever since she was little, Eve had been a big believer in the power of a calming cup of tea. No matter what else had gone on during the day, there was something about sitting down and watching the steam rise up and coil into air as she waited for the liquid inside to cool that helped to promote a more peaceful feeling inside her. That was why, when she saw poor Aimon - Cain, really - asking about ways to combat his insomnia she offered to give (and make for him) some of the chamomile tea she always kept on hand.
It was only after they had agreed on a time and place to meet that it struck her how incredibly awkward this could be. It was one thing for her to be that polite person on the boards who attempted to be helpful to a virtual stranger; in those situations it was much easier for her to squelch the decidedly maternal instincts that rose up inside her whenever they interacted. Face to face, seeing him in the flesh, well she had no idea how long it would take for things to go pear-shaped.
She could do this, she convinced herself - she could sit there, share a cup of tea with him, and not bring up the fact that once upon a time long, long ago she was part of the equation that led to his coming into the world. That he'd had a brother who he killed for reasons she could never feign understanding over despite already having forgiven him. If she managed to survive their encounter without blurting out the news the minute she saw him then Eve was already picking out small ways she could reward herself.
Still, he would find out eventually. She would just prefer it to be on her terms.