𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 & 𝐂𝐥𝐲𝐝𝐞〚BRAHMS HEELSHIRE〛✅

𝓒𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓝𝓪𝓷𝓷𝔂

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽 24

Today is surprisingly a beautiful day, Evelyn must admit. Nothing much happened in the morning, she instead found joy in watching Greta babying the Brahms Doll. When afternoon hits, Evelyn is able to get some time with the Doll but, of course, Greta has to join in too.

Afternoon sunlight spills through the window illuminating the thin veil of dust hanging in the air. The Brahms Doll is seated at his desk with Greta beside him, making sure to tidy his clothes every two minutes or so. Evelyn stood before the two at the podium reading from some children's book in a loud, clear voice, copying the way Mrs. Heelshire would instructed.

The echo of a phone rings from another room. Greta paused his action, sharing a nervous look with Evelyn who simply continued her reading but there was a clear amusement smile lingering on her face. Evelyn knew who was calling, Greta had been so invested in being a 'mother' to the Brahms Doll that she had neglected her true life outside. Her sister especially.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Greta was hoping to ignore the sound. Minutes passed and more time was consumed. She was able to ignore it until Evelyn stopped her narrating as she made clear eye contact with Greta, "Aren't you going to take it? I know no one would call me," Evelyn hums, placing the child's book neatly back to itself, "Family maybe?"

Not even answering Evelyn's question, Greta stood up with Brahms Doll in her arms. Carrying them both upstairs to the call. Evelyn watched as the two left the room, "okay..." she scoffs now being left alone in the room.

Click.

"I'm not in the mood," Evelyn spoke easily, knowing that Brahms had entered the room through his doors. And as expected Brahms stood being her, his breathing had turned short as if he was sulking when Evelyn had yet made any contact with him. "Why don't you go follow that nanny? Get me something useful to use." She said, moving to her side and purposely avoiding any skin contact with the man.

"Want to play," Brahms spoke up, let out a huff at the end of his sentence from frustration, and pleaded to it. Evelyn glanced over at him, his invitation to a game did sound fun, lately everything had been so stable. Nothing fun has yet to happen in the mansion. But Evelyn knew that to get the game to its high peak she had to be patient. "Not until something fun happens here."

Walking away from the man, Evelyn decided to spend the rest of her day outside in the garden. She can catch Brahms's quick attempt at frustration when he bangs the door behind him. "Well someone become more vocal," she mutters.

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Evelyn is lying against a blanket, her hand covering her eyes from the sunbeam. She had just finished reading through some of her written work and now simply enjoying the smooth breeze counter to her. Her peacefulness has been cut by the sound of truck tires coming skidding to a stop in the gravel driveway.

She watches in confusion as Malcolm steps out of the truck in a frantic. He made quick eye contact with her but before he could utter anything, Evelyn spoke first. "At this point, why not just live with us," she spoke sarcastically, standing up as she brushed herself from any flaw to her eyes. She spoke calmly about Malcolm's behavior, "What is it?"

"Greta, she sounded so panicky and asked me. I came as soon as I could!" At this statement, Evelyn secretly raised an eyebrow. She wondered if Brahms might have triggered the nanny, or maybe exposed his identity, gesturing for Malcolm to take the lead. She watched and followed behind as the man practically ran up to the front door. He swings open and there as if expecting of them is Greta, wild-eyed and half-crazy looking.

"I... He... uh," the nanny starts laughing, somewhere between hysterical and joyous, "Brahms. He just... You're not going to believe this!" She gathered herself and took each of Evelyn and Malcolm's hands, dragging them into a certain room in the manor. "I need someone to see it too! So I know I wasn't going crazy. He's alive!"

'Well, fuck,' was the first thing that came to Evelyn's mind, as different scenarios crash into her mind. Most especially as anger conquers her emotion at Brahms exposing his identity, however, it all stops when she takes in Greta's behavior and body language. The nanny seems too happy, maybe?

The three reach Brahms's room. Malcolm and Evelyn shared a look, the male hoping that he wasn't the only one thinking this was just crazy. Evelyn on the other hand was scanning the room intensely, even to a point scowling at a part of the room's wall.

Greta is on her hands and knees, wiping chalk lines and circles off the floor while Brahms the Doll is seated on the bed. "It's this vandalizing the property? Are you trying to get in trouble with the Heelshire?" Evelyn murmured but nothing was coming through Greta's ears. Malcolm is the sole one to respond to Evelyn's words, nodding his head in agreement from where he stands at the doorway looking more than a little uncomfortable.

He goes to talk but then doesn't. Starts again. Only to stop again. Evelyn let out a sigh, getting annoyed at his attempt, she elbows his side getting him to open up, "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"I know you must think I'm crazy. I'd think the same thing," Greta continued to scrub more chalk on the floor, "I have to erase this, so you don't think I'm cheating." / "No one thinking you're cheating, Greta." Evelyn spoke in a calm tone, hoping that maybe Greta would give more explanation to it. "Well, I think you've gone completely fucking mad's what I think," she had heard Malcolm whisper under his breath. At any moment, Evelyn would have laughed and agreed with him, but not now.

Once Greta had finished with her weird drawing on the floor, she invited the two to come in more into the room. They followed, Malcolm more cautiously while Evelyn was simply confused as she tried to get in line with the nanny's thoughts. They scan the room carefully as instructed, nothing out of place, and nothing weird.

Greta picked up the doll, set Brahms on the floor, and then carefully drew a circle around him, "I use the chalk because sometimes he doesn't move very much and it's hard to tell. I knew I had to be scientific about it. I even measured it at first. I don't want any doubt when it happens." She stands again. Stares straight into Malcolm and Evelyn's eyes, "This is something."