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thecapitol2013-09-26 02:35 pm
vissernone) wrote in thecapitol2013-09-26 02:35 pm
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All I Want is to Be Your Harbor [Closed]
Who| Eva and Eponine, Eva and Timaeus, Eva and Eridan
What| Business as usual in Evatown. Team momming all up ins.
Where| Timaeus' penthouse, a Capitol cafe and the District 3 Suite.
When| Before the Aliens plot.
Warnings/Notes| Sexual abuse and prostitution in Eponine's thread.
She makes a point of checking on Eponine, bringing a little gift with her each time. She never presents it, but she always leaves it where the girl can't possibly mistake it for someone else's. Today it's a fine silk scarf, folded up into her pocket, with embroidery of elephants and birds on it. Not anything Eva would ever be interested in wearing, but the colors will look nice with Eponine's eyes.
She mostly wants to subtly remind Eponine that someone's watching out for her, that someone would notice if she tried to run again. She has no inclination to explore Eponine's romantic relationships, and as such won't rely on them. She needs to keep an eye on the girl herself.
And so every few days, she's at Eponine's District 3 door, patiently waiting.
-/-
By noon she's making another visit, this time to the winding labyrinths of Panemian penthouses. It's a path she knows well, and the people have seen her here often enough, since she was just a teenager with saggy skin around her belly.
It sickens her, to use Timaeus as her safe harbor. She isn't sure when the roles reversed, but sometime in the last year her tide of alcohol and bad decisions pulled her out to sea and washed him to the shore. It's not that she hates to rely on others, although she loathes that as well; it's that she should be taking care of him, as she did when he was just a child.
But she knows it cheers him up to visit, and he seems a bit out of sorts lately. She doesn't respect it, but she loves him, and so she coddles his melodramatic angst as best she can. And as such she shows up at his door every few days, having done her best to hide the injuries, to carry herself with a pride she has to artificially inflate.
Sometimes she just tells him that her back hurts when she slouches.
-/-
The bombing interrupted her prior plans with Eridan, and she imagined that the last thing the young Victor wanted to see of one of his favorite Mentors was her bruised and bloodied face. It's only once the piss-yellow of the bruises finally fade that she reschedules for their coffee date, for her attempt to give him advice. The whole affair seems rather laughable now. She should be the last person to be giving advice.
She arrives early, as always, and sits in the back of the cafe. Capitol citizens tend to give her a wide berth these days, although the clip in her hair, a beautiful glittering piece made of what appears to be a bird with its neck conspicuously broken, seems to attract some stray glances. She drums her fingers on her coffee mug and sucks the inside of her cheek as she waits, cursing her punctuality for always making her worry she's been stood up.
What| Business as usual in Evatown. Team momming all up ins.
Where| Timaeus' penthouse, a Capitol cafe and the District 3 Suite.
When| Before the Aliens plot.
Warnings/Notes| Sexual abuse and prostitution in Eponine's thread.
She makes a point of checking on Eponine, bringing a little gift with her each time. She never presents it, but she always leaves it where the girl can't possibly mistake it for someone else's. Today it's a fine silk scarf, folded up into her pocket, with embroidery of elephants and birds on it. Not anything Eva would ever be interested in wearing, but the colors will look nice with Eponine's eyes.
She mostly wants to subtly remind Eponine that someone's watching out for her, that someone would notice if she tried to run again. She has no inclination to explore Eponine's romantic relationships, and as such won't rely on them. She needs to keep an eye on the girl herself.
And so every few days, she's at Eponine's District 3 door, patiently waiting.
-/-
By noon she's making another visit, this time to the winding labyrinths of Panemian penthouses. It's a path she knows well, and the people have seen her here often enough, since she was just a teenager with saggy skin around her belly.
It sickens her, to use Timaeus as her safe harbor. She isn't sure when the roles reversed, but sometime in the last year her tide of alcohol and bad decisions pulled her out to sea and washed him to the shore. It's not that she hates to rely on others, although she loathes that as well; it's that she should be taking care of him, as she did when he was just a child.
But she knows it cheers him up to visit, and he seems a bit out of sorts lately. She doesn't respect it, but she loves him, and so she coddles his melodramatic angst as best she can. And as such she shows up at his door every few days, having done her best to hide the injuries, to carry herself with a pride she has to artificially inflate.
Sometimes she just tells him that her back hurts when she slouches.
-/-
The bombing interrupted her prior plans with Eridan, and she imagined that the last thing the young Victor wanted to see of one of his favorite Mentors was her bruised and bloodied face. It's only once the piss-yellow of the bruises finally fade that she reschedules for their coffee date, for her attempt to give him advice. The whole affair seems rather laughable now. She should be the last person to be giving advice.
She arrives early, as always, and sits in the back of the cafe. Capitol citizens tend to give her a wide berth these days, although the clip in her hair, a beautiful glittering piece made of what appears to be a bird with its neck conspicuously broken, seems to attract some stray glances. She drums her fingers on her coffee mug and sucks the inside of her cheek as she waits, cursing her punctuality for always making her worry she's been stood up.
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"There's nothing out there I want. And nothing out there that wants me."
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She stirs her coffee with her finger. It's a habit she only indulges in close company.
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Still, he was smiling.
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