charlotte evans ❅ snow white (deputyprincess) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-06-04 14:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlotte evans, tristan lewis |
Who: Charlotte Evans and Tristan Lewis
What: Dealing with the aftermath of Kane's death.
Where: Camelot castle, one of the libraries.
When: Slightly forward dated to this evening, June 4th, 2011.
Warnings: Probably just a little angst. Or a lot. We'll see?
Sometimes, Charlotte Evans genuinely hated being right. For a girl who prided herself in her intelligence, in her ability to think clearly when others couldn't (or even wouldn't), she'd never spent so much time wishing she'd been wrong than she had over the past few months – not for herself, but for Tristan. All this time, she had known that things with Kane could only end one way – that, to hurt Tristan the most, he wouldn't let it end any other way. Their jaunt into that alternate reality had given her more insight into Kane's character than she ever desired, but even before then... even before then, it was obvious, wasn't it? Kane had been suicidal from the first, and in his quest for self-destruction, he destroyed everything in his path. It was a trap he had fallen into long before Charlotte had ever met Tristan, and now that they were all free of it, well. It didn't feel much like freedom at all. Which was undoubtedly Kane's final victory. They would never be free of him. Not really.
Tonight, Charlotte had decided to take refuge in the library. It was quiet here, and she could read in peace, and if she read for a long enough time, then maybe she could go to sleep at a reasonable hour, and slightly less troubled besides. Lately that had been difficult, because Tristan had been worrying her. He'd been so quiet these past few weeks, so much quieter than usual, and for good reason. His entire family was dead and gone. Even though that was the very thing she feared the most, Charlotte still couldn't imagine how that must feel. She didn't know how to help either, so it was all she could do just to be there for him. To smile and try to make him happy. She just had no idea if her efforts were working or not.
Sighing, Charlotte set aside what she was reading (a volume of Fables she'd been meaning to read for ages, but had never had the time) and curled up on the couch, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her head against the back. She hated being right. She really did. Because now she had no idea what to do.