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Evelynn Sheffield The Last Living Sheffield
𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍, the warm white slippery socks on the bottom of Evelynn Sheffield's feet causing her to slide against the polished wood floor.
Sending the girl right into the door frame of the bedroom, keeping her from rushing into the room after having heard a stampede of people rushing this way after a shout that sounded like Oliver.
She'd just barely fallen asleep, the rose gold nightdress softly clinging to her body as it was the only nightgown left at the Queen residence that was able to fit her.
A nightgown Moira Queen had personally designed and had made continuously over the years as Evelyn often forgot to bring her own sleeping clothes over whenever she came over.
"Oliver," Moira insisted as she reached down in order to softly shake her son, who'd been for some reason sleeping on the floor with his bedroom window open despite the storm. "wake up."
Although the man seemed to far gone in his dreams despite the obvious twitching of a nightmare showing in his body, the shakes of the woman seemingly not bothering him.
"Oliver?" Moira continued despite the rain that was falling onto her face from the storm brewing outside the open window, something that'd long since soaked every inch of Oliver.
Oliver, who'd also sudden woken up on the attack grabbing a hold of Moira's wrist using it to flip the woman over, partially gentle before he laid his hand at her neck close to slamming it into her throat.
If not for the loud yell that Walter released seeing the turn of events, Evelyn on the other hand only gasping as she raised her professionally manicured hand to her lips.
"Oliver!" Walter shouted in horror at what'd he witnessed, his suddenly word pulling Oliver from his trance as he looked over at the man.
Eyes as wide as someone who'd just gone through a post traumatic stress filled episode, completely horrified by his own reaction even after leaving the island.
The traumatized man scurrying back with fear on his face as Walter quickly held Moira, pulling the woman onto him whilst keeping his eyes on Oliver, fearful of his next move.
Even as he rushed back onto the bay window as far away from his family as possible, at the same time Thea rushed over a small towel in her hands.
The teen only softly handing it over to Evelyn, already knowing Oliver wouldn't want to see him so broken after just returning with a face filled with smiles.
