InsaneJournal

Current mood:	ecstatic
Entry tags:	*active, *open, evangeline nix

Characters: Evangeline Nix
Rating: PG-13, max
Trigger Warnings: Some mentions of blood.
Location: Outside of Eva's cottage
Day and Time: July 9th, mid-morning
Status: Open to all; multiple threaders welcome.
*this can be primarily reflection on her new circumstances, but if anyone wants to drop by or answer her message in person, feel free. But no especial pressure.

Eva knew she had been sleeping more than usual, and particularly during the day, but today she awoke at a perfectly reasonable time-- when the last blush of dawn had faded and the sun was shining brightly into her windows. And what's more, she felt perfectly marvelous. No exhaustion, no nausea or dizziness, no pain, no fever. She got up and went to get dressed. She was in the middle of reaching for her corset when she caught sight of herself in the closet mirror and gasped.

Gone were the sharp protrusions of her ribs, of her hips; there was suddenly shape to her, feminine softness. She tore herself away from her staring, rushing to the room she had set up as a study. She took up a scalpel and set it to the crook of her arm and was shocked when bright blood welled up quickly, to be herded onto a little glass slide and thrust under the ornate filigree microscope she'd found among her things at the castle previously, that had apparently come with. The results revealed made her cry out in shock and relief, before she was distracted by needing to bind up her elbow, which she was used to not bleeding quite so much after this daily blood test.

Her blood showed no trace of the pathogen which had haunted her for years. That which made the sun her enemy, and gave her the most unwholesome compulsions, had robbed her of flesh and breath and strength. She put her hands to her scarred throat and laughed and and laughed with the giddy relief of it.

She dressed quickly, in trousers and boots, and went in search of her mobile, where she spotted the video message from Saetan. There was a brief exchange before she had to turn the feed off, that she might sit down in stunned and joyful silence.

She was cured. By some unknown means, of course. But for once she didn't care to ask any questions as to the how and the why. She would think to question Ike later, to ask him why. But for the moment, she just listening to her heart racing in her ears, the easy draw of her breath, the sensation of warmth in her extremities. Then she took up her mobile again, and sent a message of her own.