Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
Re: Queens: Evie/Wren/Luke
[Evie had a lot of practice with saying things that sounded good. And getting it wrong. And being wrong. And making people frustrated with her. And all kinds of things. Lately she just didn't want to say anything to anyone about anything. She didn't know how to help herself let alone anyone else, but the urge to help was still there, and she knew it came from the place inside of her that wasn't altogether healthy minded. The co-dependent place that said she needed to be needed. The place that said she was only important if someone needed her to help them. The place Will's therapist said wasn't good for him. But it wasn't all bad to want to help people either. She knew that too. She just needed to work out how to do both again.
She waited and watched Wren make sandwiches, and almost cried again because it was nice to have someone, anyone, that she didn't need to ask. To tell. To just maybe understand that sandwiches would go a really long way even if taking them hurt and needing them hurt, and being the mess was just plain awful. But Daisy, sure she had cheese everywhere, but she wasn't a mess. Not in the same way. Happy and oblivious (hopefully). And a bright spot. The brightest spot. Evie kissed the top of her head, uneven haircut and all. Even if she was a holy terror sometimes. She was Evie's holy terror.
She looked at Wren curiously, she'd done things like that before, at shelters and women's centers. Tons of times. Lots of times. Over and over and over again. But always for free.] That's a job? [She asked curiously. That was a sound that was almost hope. Almost interest.] Like people do that for work? [She didn't know what kind of other things. But she could do lots of other things, but she didn't know what right then. She didn't want to ask. Just in case she couldn't do them. She'd ask Wren later.]