GUARDIAN|M.LANGDON

PART 1|GREY

I watch carefully as they leave the room, motioning me to follow- we go from a dim prison to some sort of bedroom, still awfully lit up but-
Nice, an okay bedroom
Still better than what I had at home

I waited patiently until they left, before exploring my room to find a chair with clothes on it, neatly folded- i walked over and brought the outfit up to my body
It was a plain grey outfit, with a white apron underneath said folded clothing
A maid? Seriously?

I huffed as I put it down, hearing a soft clink fall down shortly after, finding it to be my necklace i had so nervously lost moments before

I picked it up tentatively, grasping it tight in my hand before slowly unclasping it and putting it around my neck, feeling myself almost relax at the feeling

I couldn't explain why, but the necklace was important to me- a small cross on the metal, it always had been important, which was strange because I never considered myself to be a Christian person, but no matter if I had lost all meaning of it
I would never take it off
And as I put it back on I could almost feel the difference, a weight lifted off of me, this overwhelming feeling almost dissipated immediately
But just my imagination, of course

I sit down in front of the mirror, looking at myself sighing- I looked like a mess, even more than what I had normally
Makeup was smudged, and my dark hair was a mess-  knots everywhere and I am almost certain that even if my hair was a lighter shade It would still look the same dark black with all the dirt caked up upon my hair
I looked empty, a shell of who I used to be, I assumed
Not like I could remember myself anyway

As I'm about to tackle my hair I hear someone walk in- a seemingly cheery man with white blonde hair, and a neat suit walks in clasping his hands

"Well aren't you a... character?" He sneered at me
Okay so not cheery- just a snob

I rolled my eyes as I looked back into the mirror
"It's dirt from when those bastard who threw me in here, promise I'm not always this messy- sometimes" I threw out an awful joke, but he seemed to catch the bait as he laughs heartily

"What a girl you are, not afraid to speak her mind" he smiled wide as he walked towards me, holding his hand out

"Mr Gallant- professional hairstylist"
I gently took his hand, my arm jolting as he shakes it enthusiastically

I shrugged nervously "Evelyn Langdon- professional barista- and I guess you were just in time, I'm about to do my hair" I reply back to him happily as he seemed to immediately take my hair into his hands, starting to brush the tangles out of my wavy hair

"Evelyn huh? Beautiful name" I smile quickly at him, accepting the compliment, a silent thank you went between us

I decided to make conversation, if I was in here for god knows how long, may as well make friends? "It's a biblical name I think, meaning desire? Or paradise? I don't know" I shrugged as the conversation went dry, but gallant ended up picking it up again

"Desire and paradise hm? Well let's hope that's what we'll find here my dear Evelyn, in this- lovely abode" he let out another joke, I laughed politely at it not finding it too funny- I decided to ask him instead

"Gallant hm? Know the meaning of that?" He grinned at me- great

"It's French dear- meaning cheerful and lively as far as I could remember, or as I like to say
'Dashing'" he did a little curtesy at the end, I let out another fake laugh- I assumed it was the end of our conversation as he tapped my shoulders lightly, signaling that he was done with his new masterpiece- and to be honest it was beautiful

My hair was in a bun, plaits going into it with framing pieces, still wavy but far more tamed than what it was
I guess he wasn't lying about the hairdressing

"Such a character, such a personality- but you're a grey?" I looked at him confused, to then realize his outfit was different to mine- shades of purple adorned him in a renaissance way, different to my plain grey outfit

"Is that a bad thing?" I inquired at him confused, and he shrugged

"You're considered the help, for those in purple" I pulled a face
In apocalypse as I was in life- a side person, the 'help'
I started to walk away assuming that was the end of our conversation, unlikely a 'purple' would want to spend his time with me, or even be seen making conversation with me, but oh so dashing Gallant pushed onto me

"So Evelyn? You got a nickname? Lyn maybe? May as well get to know you if we're stuck here" He questioned and I clicked my tongue a few times pausing, I rarely ever get asked that, I had nobody close, so I never had anybody to use a nickname for me

I hum a bit longer before shrugging once more, giving an uncertain smile

"I suppose you could just call me Eve"