#& evelina 005
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Time: Afternoon Location: The Pyramid, whatever medical wing they got in there Characters: @archeolcgistâ & @destinedgrayâ
âI- I didnât know who else to call,â heâd said, voice rasping on the phone that had to be held up by the old man, the one whoâd found him lying in his neighborâs fields. Andreasâ arms and hand felt like theyâd be beyond repair, and it didnât help that he hadnât had the energy or motivation to do anything but lie there for over half an hour, or use his magic to call on his phone himself. âI... need help.â And heâd given her the address. By the time Evelina had arrived to the scene, the old farmer had finally been able to help him into his own home but the police were now en route. He wanted to be gone before that.
Andreas wouldnât know until over an hour later, an hour in which the pain medication the man had given him took effect and heâd passed out. But Evy had done the miracle of getting him out of there before the authorities could question him, or before the ambulance. He instead woke up in the Pyramid. The pain had dulled and he was able to move the least mangled arm - a small victory. Andreas sat up slowly, blinking away the sleep. The first thing that his eyes focused on was her. âEv,â he greeted, voice hoarse. He remembered how heâd called her. And if the lack of hospital and police waiting to question him was any indiction, she had somehow been able to spare him that on top of everything else. â... Thank you.â But then he looked down, somehow both resigned and agitated.
#interactions â (history has its eyes on you.)#& evelina#& evelina 005#// two threads at a time yeeeeeeeee
13 notes
¡
View notes
Text
archeolcgistâ:
âIf that is what it takes for you to be safe? Yes,â her words are short and clipped. A confession laid at the feet of a man that doesnât know the weight of them. Aren wouldnât understand either, self-sacrificing that he had been. That had been something that followed him to Andreas, something that will remain no matter how many lives they live. Evy loves that about him, but it worries her. She is far too important to the druids, to her. She would not survive losing him again, and neither would the druids. âItâs simple Andreas, you tell me what is to be done and I will do it.â
She had wanted to be his sword, to stand by his side and protect him for so long. Her life had changed when she had seen that turtle turn into a man, changed for the better and opened a world of possibilities for her. Evy loves Andreas, Erish loves Aren. She loves him more than she loves breathing, more than she loves her very heartbeat, and she has only ever wanted to protect him. That is why Erish had died, that is why her only desire after dying had been to become stronger.
It is all for him, it has always been all for him. Even when she was Orpheus, even when she walked into the Inferno to retrieve Eurydiceâs soul. She had loved her too, yes, but the journey to the Underworld had been a means to gather information. The cost had seemed fair, with what she had learned, and yet, it had taken her lifetimes to remember that.
âErish died to protect you, and I will live to do the same,â she ends up saying, eyes level as she looks at him. âDonât fucking dare to take away that choice from me. Donât you dare lay the blame on your feet when I have never done so. It was Tiamat who sent my killer, not you. It was my killer who tried to extract the information. I chose to keep quiet, to protect you, Euphranor and Elpidius, It was my choice Andreas. And I would do it again and again, because it meant keeping you safe.â
â
He wouldâve knelt on the floor and let the flames consume him, let the blade rip through him, let the very air in his lungs choke him if that were the price of her safety. He would have given up the happiness of every single one of his lives, if only to see that she found her own. So when she spoke, he understood. But when she spoke she also confirmed the very real fear that she was just as careless for her own self as he was. Evelina Cirillo had always been the smart one, the creative one, the one who took the best courses of action in life whilst Andreas fumbled somewhere far behind her. And now Evy stood there, every bit as reckless than he had ever been. Andreas had grit his teeth so hard that he swore theyâd break, eyes turning away from her and shutting close to help him find some inner peace. He did not find it. His chest rose and fell with quickened breathing. His heart was racing, his mind too. He was panicking.
There was something fiery in Andreasâ eyes, something altogether angry and desperate as he turned his gaze back to Evelina to see her looking right back at him. If heâd known the things sheâd say, heâd have done anything to block the sound or stop her. The words dug deep holes into his heart that he didnât know how to deal with in that moment. Realizations came slow in the back of his mind, but that his soul recognized it all immediately somewhere deep inside. There was such pain.
âDonât, DONâT,â he yelled. And as he did, the water in the jug on his nightstand splayed out in all directions, shattering the glass, the pieces narrowly missing the two of them. Wooden items in the room trembled. Andreas didnât seem to notice. âEnough! These names, these-â He moved his hand to come up, absently, forgetting where he was until the sharp pain hit and he nearly doubled over. âYou want to protect me... STOP seeing your life as something to throw away like itâs a gift that anyone in this fucking world deserves, including me, and stay away from Alek... Iâll stay, Iâll heal. I'll- God,â his head bowed and 'Dreas let out a sound between a scoff and a dry sob, âJust stop.â He wasnât sure how heâd got like this, but there was a soul-deep exhaustion weighing on his bones now. The mere mention of griefs long gone triggering a weakened state that he could not name, could not even recognize. Every hint of anger had faded into it as he looked back up at her with deadened eyes. â... If you leave this room to find someone who is now more bloodthirsty and powerful than we can understand, I will stop at nothing to follow you,â he murmured. âI will break every last bone in my body and still find my way to crawl to you. So find another way to help. I beg you.â
13 notes
¡
View notes