𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔

──    ❦  @shegotaway- ,
            
            
            {  it's  moments  like  these  where  evangeline  feels  like  her  father's  daughter.
            
            the  pit  in  her  stomach  is  the  same  as  the  bottom  of  a  lake  during  winter.   evangeline  can  feel  the  frost  in  her  veins  solidifying  even  as  composure  is  kept,   an  ice  sculpture  in  the  making  moulded  in  the  shape  of  a  woman  driven  mad  by  a  man  who  should  have  collapsed  under  the  weight  of  consequences  decades  before.   the  hurt  is  splintering  beneath  it  all,   paragraphs  upon  paragraphs  of  recollections  surrounding  her  sister  and  the  ways  she  had  been  failed  by  everyone.   no  sound  ending,  no  peace  of  mind.   loose  ends  evangeline  can't  remember  ever  seeing  frayed.   her  life  a  lie  once  again,   and  when  the  ash  settles,   her  maker  is  at  the  center  of  the  chaos.  }    i  can't  possibly  get  angrier,   josie.   not  without  taking  my  maker's  head  and  divvying  it  up  for  the  stray  cat  population  to  feast  upon  like  thanksgiving  dinner.   {  the  tension  in  her  voice  is  enough  to  simulate  a  precarious  balance  upon  eggshells,  jaw  tight  as  she  runs  her  tongue  over  exposed  teeth.   it's  easier  to  focus  on  what  doesn't  hurt,  the  stain  upon  her  history  a  story  spun  by  a  man  who  knew  everything  well  enough  to  make  himself  the  victim  of  it.  }    their  fascinating  boy  has  fucked  all  of  us  with  *lies.*   listening  to  armand  was  the  biggest  mistake  anyone  could  make.   louis  did  it,  look  where  it  got  him.   whatever  balance  we've  had  is  over.   ( .. )    seventy-seven  years.   seventy-seven  years,   and  he  still  can't  let  her  rest  in  peace.   

──    ❦  @shegotaway- ,
            
            {  her  immediate  answer  is  a  lie,   and  perhaps  that's  exactly  what  rosalita  would  have  wanted.
            it  isn't  bitterness,  the  taste  aroused  by  the  mention  of  her  elder.   evangeline  doesn't  think  it  ever  truly  was;  no  matter  what  armand  did,   she  could  never  hate  rosa  with  her  entirety.   she  can't  deny  the  thought  that's  crossed  her  mind  more  than  once,   wondering  about  the  star  who  shined  so  bright  that  her  extinguishing  had  to  be  man-made.   did  she  escape  before  the  trial,   flee  into  the  night  and  find  her  own  path  all  over  again?   wait  it  out  and  come  back  a  star  in  the  seven  months  evangeline  was  locked  inside  her  own  prison,   burn  with  the  coven  or  escape  with  louis?   her  mind  was  a  world  evangeline  was  always  hesitant  to  explore,   but  now  that  she  has  no  way  to  reach  for  it,   she  wishes  she  had.  }   je  ne dis  jamais  jamais,  mon  étincelle.   rosa  was  always  determined  to  find  her  way  somehow,  remember?   it's  what  i  admired  most  about  her.   she  wasn't  like  the  other  leeches  who  needed  the  coven  to  thrive.

──    ❦  @shegotaway- ,
            
            steal ??   non,  non.   that  would  require  a  bigger  stadium  and  a  better  wardrobe  department.  chartreuse  isn't  his  color —   as  i  told  him —  but  they  insist  upon  trying  anyway.   his  producer's  desire  to  replicate  bowie  has  them  pulling  from  the  eighties.   {  with  a  hum  of  amusement  evangeline  spins  in  her  chair,   one  leg  kicking  up  to  rest  on  the  table.  }   if  it  helps,   it  seems  he  is  pursuing  the  title  of  rockstar.   no  clue  why,   but  he's  got  a  taste  for  it.

──    ❦  @shegotaway- ,
            
            if  that's  the  case,  she  gets  me  off  better  than  most  men  have.   {  with  a  mischievous  giggle  evangeline  sets  her  wine  beside  the  open  journal  before  her,  attention  momentarily  stolen  by  the  unexpected  allure  of  the  metaphor.  }   i  think  of  her  like  a  god.   you  know,  the  mortals  all  have  something  they  worship.   why  can't  mine  be  watching  someone  get  what  they  deserve?

──    ❦  @shegotaway- ,
            
            what  a  fortunate  destiny  you've  carved.   if  i  had  the  choice  to  abandon  those  neanderthals,  i  would've  done  it  a  century  ago.   {  and  thank  god  she  doesn't  have  to  endure  the  idea  of  entertaining  anyone's  interest  in  a  weasel  like  santiago.   evangeline  has  existed  amongst  their  kind  long  enough  to  never  demand  societal  conformity  from  those  around  her,   expectations  discarded  with  time  and  experience.   for  a  life  to  be  lived  forever,  what  good  does  it  do  to  limit?  }    i'm  nondiscriminating  myself,  but  women  have  never  failed  me  as  men  have.
            
            */   she  would  LOVE  rory  hicks...

/  heyyy

/   kiss kiss !!

*/   "the  last  time  i  saw  my  (sibling)  was  the  last  time  i  saw  the  sun"   mhm.

──    ❦  @vivimortui ,
            
            so  i've  heard.   it  comes  naturally,   ma  petite.    {  there's  no  offense  taken  at  what  the  younger  notes,   the  flattery  of  having  a  noticeable  presence  far  more  notable  than  the  volume  of  such.   she  can't  turn  herself  down,  unfortunately.   }    mastering  a  stage  means  mastering  your  energy.   you  understand,  right?   ( .. )    i  mean,   i  would  recognize  such  a  walk  anywhere.   you  carry  yourself  like  a  ballerina.  
            
            */   she  is  so  me  i  fear !!

──    ❦  @feufatale ,
            
            {  she  wishes  it  was  something  she  could  vocalize,  the  feeling  of  living  in  a  life  her  father  practically  built.   not  once  did  they  meet  but  his  portrait  greets  her  every  night,   his  name  a  toggle  to  both  the  theatre  and  its'  star.   would  he  be  proud  to  see  her  now,   or  would  he  be  disgraced  by  a  bastard  vampire ?  }    ah,  well.   it's  been  over  a  century  now,  i  suppose  i've  learned  to  deal.   there's  an  air  of  mystery  about  it,  non?   a  way  to  keep  everyone  on  their  toes.    {  pressing  her  lips  together  eva  musters  a  falsified  smile  for  show,   looking  up  to  the  younger  now  with  sympathy  agleam  in  unnervingly  blue  eyes.  }    i  am  sure  your  parents  would  be  proud  of  you  as  well.   you're  ferocious,   your  ambition  is  like  no  other  and  your  resilience  rivals  the  like  of  most  of  our  kind.   you've  not  gone  into  the  fire  in  the  face  of  difficulties,   and  i  consider  that  a  crucial  trait.   {  there's  a  beat  as  evangeline  continues  to  study  the  younger,   the  air  around  them  weighted  in  a  way  she  cannot  describe.   while  her  curiosity  can  comfortably  hold  no  bounds  with  the  coven,   she  doesn't  want  to  press  against  claudia's  mind.   to  admire  is  to  respect,   and  evangeline  most  certainly  admires  claudia's  resolve.  }    our  maître  says  i  inherited  my  love  of  the  stage  from  monsieur  lioncourt.    perhaps  that  means  you  inherited  your  talents  from  your  parents  as  well. 

(  claudia did her best to keep her face neutral upon hearing that lestat was in fact evangeline’s father  ,  making them sisters  .  she always wondered what it would be like to grow up with siblings  ,  now she finally had that chance  .  it excited her but she was careful not to show it  .  of course she knew that she could not reveal that she knew anything about the frenchman  ,  her and louis’ whole façade story would then unravel and then they would really be in a mess  .  she was sure the blonde could keep a secret but she did not trust any of the other coven members enough to keep it a secret  ,  especially santiago  .  if he found out  ,  it truly would be the end for her  .  )  oh  —  that is very sad  ,  ‘m sorry ‘bout that  .  i know what it is like t’ grow up without a father  ,  i did not know mine either  ,  or my mother  ,  hence why i spent t’ majority of my time sellin’ chestnuts by t’ train station tryin’ t’ get money for myself  .  (  she gave her a sympathetic smile as she spoke  ,  trusting eva enough to reveal an actual truth about her life  .  )  it’s a shame that you never got t’ know him though  ,  ‘m sure he’d be proud if he could see you now  ,  how talented you’ve become  .

──    ❦  @feufatale ,
            
            astute  observation,  mon  lion.    {  with  a  soft  hum  evangrline  moves  to  paint  another  one  of  her  nails,   the  telltale  white  coated  by  a  deep  crimson.  the  matter  of  her  father,  a  man  who  haunts  all  that  surrounds  her,   isn't  one  she  would  typically  touch.   for  claudia,  though...  }    oui,  monsieur  lestat  de  lioncourt  est  mon  père,  mais  je  n'ai  jamais  eu  la  chance  de  le  rencontrer.   according  to  my  mother,   he  left  prior  to  my  birth.   she  wanted  me  to  have  his  christening  in  his  absence. 
            
            */   it's  perfect !!  ♡