Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
Re: Queens: Evie/Wren/Luke
[Evie nodded, vowed to herself to get out of the motel as soon as possible and into the first apartment that would take her. She hated taking their money, she hated taking anyone's money, she hated taking anything, especially when she had absolutely nothing whatsoever to offer back. Babysitting though. She could do that, whenever they wanted. She was nodding still. It was going to get awkward soon. So she stopped. And looked at Daisy who was probably going to repeat all kinds of awkward parts of this conversation later, with no context, to someone, but for now chubby fingers were picking up pieces of macaroni off of Evie's plate and putting it into her mouth, she offered Evie a tiny handful and Evie smiled and picked up her fork and took a bite. She wasn't feeling too hungry, but she wasn't trying to be rude either. Wren had already put things away, and she and Daisy could eat. Daisy didn't often get food that was cooked in an oven in someone's kitchen. And Evie was going to let her eat all of it she wanted no matter how much cheese was mashed on her dress later.
She wasn't alone and Will loved her. Two things she supposed were true, but why they felt like such lies she'd never understand. If she wasn't alone she wouldn't feel so lonely. If Will loved her, something she'd never ever doubted, dead Will wouldn't have known to say things. It had to have come from somewhere. And if it really had come from her, a part of her she didn't know - then maybe it was all a lie and the miserable person she was now was just who she really was. After all the miserable things that had happened to her, it didn't make sense that she'd be okay. Or happy. Neither thought was a good one. But for some reason there didn't seem to be a third option. And for someone who had spent her whole life making third options. Forcing them to exist, she didn't have the energy anymore.
So she skipped to work. And again she nodded.] We'll think of something. I make things, remember like at Christmas? Eddie lets me sell a few of them at the hat shop on the counter. I gave some to the woman who helped me - she liked them. Shane's friend, he has a baby, I gave him some of the baby stuff. [She didn't know what taking pictures of soap was going to do to help anyone, but she'd ask around. Just in case.]