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December 9, 1894

The funeral service for Grover was hard for Eva to go through. She tried to remain strong for her husband and children, and as her position as the eldest of his children. It took so much out of her by the end of the day, and once he was buried in the ground, she wanted nothing more than to lay there beside him.

The reality of it all hit her the hardest upon setting her eyes on his headstone. Eva was now an orphan with no more parents in this world to guide her along. How was she expected to continue on without them? Her loneliness almost consumed her there in that cemetery before she turned her head and her eyes landed on her brother. Her dear brother, dressed in black, who did not look sad in the slightest.

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

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April, 1895

To try and get back into better spirits, Evaline hosted a soiree in the springtime well after the snow had melted. In doing so, Evaline craved to return back to the version of herself before her father's death. The one even before children who partied and carried on in life without any worries. It felt impossible, however Eva was once that girl before. Surely she could return to her.

Getting all dressed up and painted, Evaline went on to ready her children as well. She would allow them just two hours to join in on the festivities with their guests. And the boys were very excited to be apart!

For those first few hours Eva easily lost herself in the music and laughter. The swell of people allowed her to sway in and out of her mind. She focused her time on her boys and the fun of having them there with her.

her. In spite of that, when it was time for them to retire for the night, Eva suddenly found herself empty again. The party continued on but she could not find it within herself to do so as well.

After just one more glass, Eva kissed her husband goodnight and returned to her bedroom, where she cried herself deep into the darkness.

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

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December 9, 1894

Evaline: You came. Irving: He was still my father, Eva. E: I just... didn't expect you to. I'm relieved that you are here.

I: ... Don't think anything to come from this. E: What do you mean?

I: I came to pay my respects, even if he didn't have any for me when he was alive. E: Irving...

I: What the two of you did to me will never be forgiven, Sister. Not in this lifetime. E: Please, please do not do this. I cannot do this without my brother. I: I will not-

E: You have two nephews. Two wonderful nephews who should know who their uncle is.

I: They will have to grow up without knowing me. That was a choice made by you.

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕    

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Name: Evaline Charlotte Baudelaire (nee Stanfield) Lifespan: 1872 - Pronouns: She/her Relationship: Married Traits: Moody, Art lover, Family Orientated, Silver Spoon Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Evaline Charlotte Baudelaire (nee Stanfield) was the eldest daughter of Grover and Marie Stanfield. As the eldest, she was always held to a higher standard to her younger brother, Irving. Unlike most families of her time, her father valued her birth over the birth of his only son. Grover Stanfield gave everything to his daughter and respected her as his eldest child. She was given an education past her younger years and graduated high school at seventeen. Evaline was intelligent, bright and eager to start her life in the up-and-coming world. A lot of her ambitions changed when she met Walter Baudelaire, an archeologist apprentice. Evaline decided it was best to wed her loving beau and secure herself a household.

Despite the norms of society, Evaline was given her family's ancestral home over her brother. This has created a rift between the two siblings, and although they were never really close, Evaline hopes this issue will be settled with soon.

📜 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞: 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 /  𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆

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December, 1892

It was a cold winter's morning when Evaline had to rush out of bed and down the MANY stairs to the outhouse. How she didn't wake her husband she hadn't the faintest idea. Once outside, she vomitted all of the contents of her stomach and more until she could no longer stand to strain herself.

A horrid thought crossed her mind; had she contracted something? Had she given it to her son? Would his tiny body not be able to handle it, could he die? It was all in the split of a second, for she then abruptly knew the reason for her illness.

Trekking back inside and to her bedroom, Eva gently awoke her husband with a smile to her face. "Walter," she cooed to his sleep, "Walter, my darling, wake up."

"What for?" he groaned aside. Stifling her laughter, Evaline whispered three soft-lined words, "I'm with child."

This resulted in Walter throwing the sheets to the side and swallowing his wife in his arms. Another baby, they were going to have another baby!

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕  

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April, 1890

ℳ𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 ℰ𝓋𝒶,

I hope this letter finds you well. Although we have just been in the presence of one another, I cannot help but think of you and Walter in this time of grief. My mother could sense her time rapidly approaching the end, and we often spoke of it together. I share a sudden hole in my heart that I can only hope will heal with time, yet that is not what troubles me. 

My thoughts drift to you, my daughter. Do not let this be an omen to your marriage. This shall only be a test of the strength the both of you shall share. Allow yourselves to rest into one another, to hold each other up in this time of great need. I know it will be difficult, as death often is, but I am certain you and Walter will be stronger for it. I know you and your grandmother were very close, and as a father, my being aches as I cannot take away your pain. 

You are my darling girl. Do not forget it.

Your loving papa,

𝒢𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

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Late August, 1893

ℳ𝓎 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 ℰ𝓋𝒶,

I write this letter to you with great sorrow. I have fallen ill. Pnemonia, the doctor tells me. He says that there is hope for me, as I am in good shape for a man of my age. Alas, I fear he was only telling this old coot what he thought I'd like to hear. In truth I am not sure how much time is left for me and I do not wish to hide it from you. I may not live to see my grandchildren grow, or to meet any future little ones.

Please do not come to see me Eva. I would hate to have you contract any of my illness, and in turn contract it to the boys. I only ask for you to send as many letter as you can write, and to send any photographs of the children. I regret not meeting my newest grandson any sooner, and I would appreciate if you could give him a gentle hug from his old grandfather.

I love you, my dear. I will fight to beat this illness and meet Mycroft soon.

Your Loving Papa,

𝒢𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓁𝒹

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕  

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November, 1894

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝒶,

It is so endearing to see how wonderfully my children are getting along. Sylas and Mycroft are practically attatched at the hip- they do nearly everything together! Sylas has taken to personally teaching his brother to speak. He will spend his entire afternoon sounding out sounds and pronunciating words together. It is an endearing sight to behold, Papa, and I know beyond hope you shall see it for yourself soon.

I had always prayed my children would be the closest of friends, and it appears my prayers were answered. Now I can only continue to pray any future babes will be the same. Nothing is more sacred than the friendship between siblings. They carry on after we are gone, and they are all they have left.

Your last letter arrived nearly two weeks late. Are you sure you are fairing well? Please tell me Papa, and I will be on the next train to see you.

With everlasting love,

ℰ𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 ℬ𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝒶,

Sylas turns one year old today! How fast my sweet little boy grows, it is almost too much to handle at times. He has grown into his raven curls that remind me so much of Mother. Yet he seems to have Walter's gray eyes. How inquisitive my boy appears, those sterling eyes taking in everything about the world around him. Sylas is eager to learn even at his young age. This only excites Walter, who talked on and on during my pregnancy of how much her yearned for a little scholar to bring about in the world. He may have gotten his wish.

For now, however, Sylas must focus his attention to toilet training, an act he is very determined to master.

How are you fairing these days Papa? I shall have to come visit you soon. A girl mustn't go on too long without receiving an embrace from her father. You can look upon Sylas with your own eyes then and see just how handsome he is.

Have you learned of any news of Irving? He has not written to me, and I worry about his whereabouts.

Your loving daughter,

ℰ𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 ℬ𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 

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December, 1893

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝒶,

I pray to the Watcher you are well. Each letter I receive from you brings me great solace. I worry over you and though I want nothing more than to be at your side, I understand your dismissal of the notion. But please know that at the very first opportunity I will be there with you and nurse you back to health as best as I can.

With news from the boys, they are the world to me. They are the sun to my earth, the very reason I live in this life. Papa, you never told me how much one's purpose can change so drasitically once they have a child. Oh, how I wish for nothing more than to stop time and live in these moments forever. Sylas is two years old and what a precious tot he's become. He is infatuated wit his younger brother Mycroft. When the baby feeds, Sylas desires nothing more than to watch and speak with him. These moments have become very dear to me. I would trade nothing in the world for them.

We have allowed Sylas to hold Mycroft for small increments at a time, but the boy seems to know how gentle he must be. He sits patiently with Mycroft and talks of the fun games they will play once he is older. Afterward, Sylas asks what appears to be a hundred questions about babies and such. I try to answer as much as I can, but it becomes quite tiresome after the first twenty.

Please write to me soon. I miss you more than you could ever know.

Your Loving Daughter,

ℰ𝓋𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 ℬ𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕   

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Later On, Same Day

The altercation with her brother left Evaline frazzled for months. She could not shake the look of resentment in his eye when he left that day. Never did she think her own kin could look upon her in such a way.

Evaline sought out the advice of their helper, Mrs. Smith. A rather tough woman, Mrs. Smith immigrated from Scotland to give her children the dream of a better future. She had many children herself and a few siblings, and she assured Evaline that this would soon pass and the two siblings would reconcile, just as they had as children.

Her darling husband did everything he could to cheer her up, though it was difficult on his end. Walter grew up as an only child, having no siblings to quarrel with over toys. He tried to his best to give her words of comfort. With hopes that one day Irving would see the foolishness of the situation and come to peace with their father's decision.

She wasn't as optimistic.

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕  

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May, 1894

Walter was called for another excavation. A country they called Sulani was written to have relics that needed an expert to identify. There was also the possiblity of more items to recover! It would take weeks to dig through, Walter told his wife, he might not be back home for even months. Despite her wanting to protest, Eva simply nodded her head and kissed her husband goodbye.

As she watched him hug their son goodbye, she couldn't help but let her anxieties take over for just a moment. Sure, she was not with child this time he was leaving, but they had two young children that could come down with an illness at any time. Her father was already sick, and she didn't know what she'd do if he were to pass with Walter gone. So many different scenarios overtook her mind while Walter walked out their front door, and it took her the rest of the day for her breathing to come to a calm.

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 

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August, 1893

When she wasn't attending to her child, Eva snuck away to her garden room any moment she could. She was beginning to try her hand in the art of flower arranging. Eva could remember when she was a child and how her mother once told her that fashionable ladies knew what flowers went with the coming seasons, and how to dress according to the flowers. Now as a mother herself, she wanted to one day pass that knowledge onto her daughter. Yet she would need to know just a tinge of flower arranging lest she set herself and her future daughter up for failure.

It was in doing so that suddenly, the mother felt that all familiar pain sprouting from her lower belly. Eva felt the waters leak down her legs and in a cry she shouted, "Mrs. Smith!!"

Trying to calm her horrid thoughts inside of her, Evaline told herself that she would be okay. She had done this once before and Sylas and herself came out the other side perfectly fine. This baby would not be the exception. This baby would be okay.

Not even hours later, another Baudelaire was born! And another baby boy at that. Mrs. Smith praised Eva for birthing another boy, telling her that she was making her mother proud. This didn't, however, bring a sense of pride to the young mother. Instead, it began to twist something deep within herself, something she would not come to recognize until much later in her life.

For now, Eva simply smiled and went on. When all of the blood was gone, and both she and baby were cleaned up good, Walter and Sylas came in to meet the new baby. Sylas was instantly amazed, his intense gray eyes never leaving his new little brother. While Eva beamed at her two boys, Walter asked her what they would name their son.

"I was thinking of Mycroft," Evaline exhaled. Exhaustion was creeping in on her. All she desired more in that moment was rest. Walter nodded and finished the rest of the boy's name.

He would be named Mycroft Charles Baudelaire.

📜  ៸   𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ៸   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔  ៸  𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕