Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
[Evie watched him, she liked watching people, she was glad she wasn't a telepath like the Professor, she didn't want to know what people were thinking unless they offered it, but she did like to watch them as they did their thinking. She liked watching Jack.
She smiled as she turned to face him with her back against the pillows and her knees came up to her chest, blue painted toes peeking out from the long linen she had on. She rested her chin on her knees, newly brown hair falling across her forehead, she smiled fondly.] I used to read a poem about the Island of the Lotus Eaters, it was really intriguing. It asked the hard questions, and explained the hard choices. Even though it wasn't real peace they found, they found their harbor. In a way. I think. I'd like to find that. A harbor. [She chewed on her lip for a moment as she tried to recall it all. She maybe wasn't explaining her analogy very well, but in her mind it made the most perfect sense.] Do you?
[Evie was good at facing things, but she was lonely, and when she was lonely it felt like climbing mountains and she wasn't sure if she had another mountain climb in her.
She regarded him for a moment.] It could be good for you too. [She didn't know what her ideal life was, not really. But she was curious to find out, and anxious to find a place to start.]