#MUSE / Evren Hymes

[quillheel]

" Oh! It's hallows-evening already! How fun! I hope everyone has a pleasant time as the moon shines and the veil is thinnest~! and remember to be mindful of ice! and unwrapped candy! and bears! and- "

... ( You plot your methods of maximum candy obtainment in a competitive manner as Ralsei continues listing concerns. You do not know how he knows so much. Probably Susie's fault. )

" Huh. I've heard the veil is thin during this time... Maybe it'll make escape a little easier? Who knows. Maybe I'll find myself able to join the festivities, with or without Father's permission. "

" You could add cops to that list. Every fucking year, without stop on my tail... "

" What. "

[quillheel]

u guys should play/get into sacritice so i can ramble at u about evren and their feelings about themselves and those around them and their connections with other people and

[quillheel]

@theaterrush ━ evren & icarus!

For a bright, blinding moment, there's a pang in Evren's chest that responded to the jab with a simple 'i hate you.' ━━━ like a cold fact of a dead thing already buried, like an answer they already knew but the impulse of their mind felt the need to reinstate: I hate you. The gravity wasn't in the weight, it was in the speed, the snap at which it came to them at. I hate you like a lightning strike. I hate you like a beartrap. I hate you like a blade through a collarbone. ━ a half temptation, but a faulty one. ( Xey had either took the knife from them already, or if they didn't, Evren wasn't interested in proving how predictable they were, the way mankind was unavoidably / the same way mankind is prideful enough to try to avoid it, and how that makes them predictable, too. )

Makes 'them' predictable too. ━ Like Evren wasn't part of mankind enough anymore to say 'us'. Maybe they were. Maybe it was just ill conceit. They weren't interested enough to bother figuring out which.

Evren makes a small, clicking sound with their tongue as they poke at their food they'd gotten as though thoughtful ━ it was just fast-food. they could barely order without being recognized & therefore questioned just a couple days after the 31st. They'd almost asked Icarus to order for them, but decided against it just as quickly.

In the same way they decided to risk it & order for themselves, Evren comes to the same conclusion: they don't hate Icarus, they just don't trust them. But xey weren't doing xemselves any favors, either.

" You can just say I'm a problem, you know, instead of dancing around the words like you did with killing God yourself. Makes it a lot easier on the both of us when you're blunt for a change. " Evren swings the retort back, voice casual & nonchalant for the sharpness ━ almost bitterness ━ in the words themselves, before taking a bite of their food.

They weren't entirely sure of what they expected in the first place when they asked Icarus the question, maybe it was an attempt to know xem better when xey were wholly unknowable up until this point, maybe it was a strange compulsion prompted by the guilt underneath & this was simply how they'd chosen to cope with what had happened and the strain of it all, maybe it was something else entirely. The question had been asked, and now, they were settled to reap its consequences.

━ I don't hate you, I just don't know you. ( in a way, they liked that. Liked them. How strange it was. )

"Plus," they add after finishing chewing, the meat cheap & rubbery " You told me I could use the knife against Them, you didn't say I couldn't use it on anyone else. " anyone deserving. they deserved it. they deserved it. their eye-socket still aches from a pain's origin that no longer exists. " I'd think that'd be a pretty big fine-print. What, not used to people not just doing what you tell them? "

[quillheel]

@theaterrush // inbox / starter call!

October had always been an... interesting time of year for them, even before all that had happened with God, the blood upon their hands, and the strange company they've found themselves with. It was also now a particularly dangerous time for them, as all eyes turned 'pon the rat that wiggled its way out of a hole it shouldn't have. It'd be festive, the way they turned into a worldwide legend like cryptids do after long enough. they couldn't tell if they liked that or not.

In spite of all these little thoughts, they decide ━ inexplicably, or perhaps just to be annoying ━ to bink Icarus in the side of the head with a small round candy, painted to look like an eye.

" did you have candy, where you came from? " the question is abrupt, and perhaps with anyone else, it'd be considered rude; but with Icarus, they genuinely can't tell if they were from their world or somewhere else entirely, and odds were, they'd never know the answer.

they fiddle around with more of the eye-candies like cue balls in a pool game only they knew how to play, atop the table they've hunched over, a small hoard of treats and wrappers surrounding them, alongside the bitten pieces of sunflower seeds. " for years, humanity's been making these tiny gummy faces because of God, like some kind of act of devotion made of gelatin and sugar and commercialized. How weird is that? "

[quillheel]

what horror trope are you? ━ the monster.

it was not your fault. ━ at first, at least. you cannot help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.