❝Death follows me,
and my God if they take you too.❞
seth clearwater x fem oc.
status • ongoing.
started • august 9, 2024.
finished • n/a.
Cover by @novxcomet
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𝓔vangeline was sitting on her bed, legs crossed beneath her, the familiar floral quilt bunched under her palms. She swore it was the only surface in the room not buried beneath a layer of dust. The rest of the house felt like a time capsule sealed shut—suspended in the kind of stillness that came after grief. She exhaled, long and slow, trying to process everything that had unraveled over the past week. It was Friday, but it didn't feel like it. Honestly, it didn't feel like any day in particular anymore.
It felt like Monday. The dreadful kind. The kind that drags its heels and pulls everything down with it.
Was that weird? Maybe. But it made sense to Evee. Lately, every day felt like one she just had to survive.
From the corner of her doorway, a quiet voice broke her thoughts.
"Evee, why don't you take that book of yours and walk down to the park?" Thackeray's voice was gentle, like it always was. "Some fresh air might do you good."
Thackeray Wallows was a soft-spoken man—the kind who could sneak up on a mouse and still make it feel unbothered. He didn't speak often, not unless your name was Evangeline Wallows. Then, he had plenty to say. For some reason, Evee and her aunt Millicent were the only ones who ever heard much from him. Or maybe, she thought, they were simply the only ones quiet long enough to listen.
