𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓐 𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓮, 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 4.

Evelyn makes a slower entrance deeper inside the house and then enters the living room. Brahms Doll is placed on the couch when she moves there. With that odd little painted smile on his face, he returns her gaze. Those lifeless, dark eyes.

Despite looking around the place, the impression persisted. In the vast space, she didn't feel alone, and this gave her a sensation she hadn't had in a while.

"Well, just the two of us," Evelyn grinned at the doll and waited once again for a reaction. "And another, if he just comes out," Evelyn said as she straightened her back and moved her head around in an attempt to catch something. She giggles, which would be so awful for the situation if anybody else heard.

There are whispers and rumors all over the place, and there is constantly something strange about the female. But every time someone encountered her, it was so simple to disregard them or point out their faults. The sweetest, most innocent, and most naive girl you've ever met was Evelyn. However, they can't deny how unsettling she occasionally might be.

"We'll chase after him later," She carefully picked the doll up and lead them back to her room, "Now, we got more unpacking to do." Before Brahms' chamber, she did pause and considered whether to leave the doll there or bring it with her. She decides not to, though, as she keeps in mind one of the regulations. For once, playing by the game's rules.

As she puts the doll on the bed facing her and the baggage, she hums a song in her thoughts and makes an effort to engage the doll in the activity at hand. Unpacking was frantic. Magazines and clothing everywhere. In addition to hanging a few outfits, Evelyn pulls an armful of shirts, pants, and socks from her bag and stuffs them into a drawer.

She would look at the doll every minute and grin before returning to her duties. Even though she was being watched by more than just one set of eyes, she decides to ignore it.

Even though it was a new house—one she had only visited thrice, she felt at ease. So, now would be a fantastic moment to understand it better, as Evelyn strolls around holding the doll in her arm like a young child and investigates until she grows bored with it. The two ended up in the living room after that.

Rolling up the television, she opens a comedy channel and begins to watch it. Placing the Brahms doll beside her, Evelyn lazily follows the storyline of the show, sometimes pumping the volume up but slowing it down when the laughter is too loud for her ears and scowling at it.

Looking at the enormous clock on the wall, it wouldn't be long till supper. With barely an hour remaining, she asks the doll, "Is there anything you would like for dinner?" Evelyn queries the doll. And just as in real life, there was no reply.

Evelyn stood up, straightened her clothing, turned the television on to amuse the doll then turned it down before leaving the room to begin supper. She glances at the doll, eyes soullessly fixed on the screen, waiting for a movement but seeing nothing, before entering the kitchen.

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Evelyn was working with pots and pans while she was away. Getting the item and preparing the meal as intended. A person, the real Brahms, who had entered the living room through a secret entrance, leans forward and peers at the doll in front of the moving screen.

His eyes squint despite the mask, seeking to make sense of what was displayed. He scowled, disgusted by what he saw. That is until he heard another hum. Leaving the doll in the living room, the figure remained concealed and close to the wall before coming to a stop in front of the kitchen door frame.

He peeks into the room just enough to see Evelyn in the kitchen, where she is busy preparing a stew for them. When she hurried from one counter to another, her clothing flowed behind her like a magnificent dance. He observed Evelyn's habits, which included giggling to herself when she prepared meals and becoming agitated when she was unsure of what to do next.

He had no idea how long he had been gazing and daydreaming at Evelyn's body after she had completed her meal. "Dinner's ready," yelled Evelyn as she turned off the burner. Evelyn wiped her fingers on the dry cloth and said, "Brahms?" once again.

When the girl he's longed for returned to his arms for years and calls his name, it made his pulse rate quicken. One thing that had likely not changed since he was a youngster was the temper tantrums and intense physical altercations he would have with his parents simply to have her in the house.

"Brahms?" Snapping out of his little rage at the call from Evelyn that brought him back from memories. He instinctively hummed in response, loud enough for Evelyn to hear him. But contrary to what he had anticipated, Evelyn didn't react negatively to another voice in the purportedly empty house and instead grinned, satisfied she seems.

Rushing down the hallway to conceal, even more, his scarlet flush a sign of embarrassment at how he has no control but needs to obey her calls. He still wasn't brave enough to reveal himself, yet.