#muse:evelyn

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full name: Evelyn Irena Allen age: 50 occupation: Romance Novelist zodiac sign: Virgo hometown: New Orleans Louisiana gender: Cisfemale sexuality: Bisexual/Polyamorous pronouns: She/Her face claim: Carla Gugino

Biography (tw: death, tw: cancer, tw: divorce)

Evelyn was born and raised in New Orleans. Her mother owned a crystal shop and her father gave ghost tours around the French Quarter. She would follow the tours and when she was old enough to lead them herself she did so. She was always a bookworm growing up. Her parents encouraged her love of books and when she got to school she began to write short stories and poems. She followed this passion to her adulthood.

Evelyn was always a romantic at heart. She loved grand sweeping romances and books filled with desires. She began to write her own stories, and while some might have cast them off as trashy, they made her a whole lot of money. Her best selling series was a fantasy romance featuring mermaids called The Abyss Chronicles. The series did so well it paid for her house and her car!

Evelyn's own romantic life was filled with a bit more tragedy. She met her husband on a book tour. They met in Maine when she was doing a signing at a local book store. His name was Matthew, and he was wonderful. He was actually the owner of the book store. It was love at first sight. He was divorced with two kids, and they welcomed her into their family with ease.

Matthew and Evelyn extended their family with a set of twins, a little boy and a little girl. She was happy and content. She would help him run the book shop and raise their children, and when inspiration stuck, another book came out. It was a lot of work, but it was a happy life, and she loved it.

That was until Matthew was sick, it was liver cancer, and he got sick so fast. There was not much that could be done, and when it was time to say goodbye to him, no one was ready. Evelyn had learned how to be strong, she had her children who needed her. She put on a brave face, and threw herself into her role, mom, business owner, writer...writer, writer?

Its been a dry spell for Evelyn since her husbands death. Five years to be exact. She is trying to develop her spark and desire again. But that is certainly easier said than done.

Personality

Evelyn is very nurturing and gentle. She always has a kind word and a listening ear. She is insightful and loves to learn new things whenever she can. Loving and romance are something she is always drawn to and loves to hear about, especially when there is a good story. Evelyn is heart broken though, she tries to be careful and tender with herself, knowing that pain is just part of the journey.

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Adding the other muses to complete the ask you just sent :p

"Basset Hounds. The smartest and most loyal of breeds, rigth Woofson?"

"Berger Picard."

"The issue of favoritism is irrelevant for an A.I. such as myself. All animals are precious and must be protected, including dogs. Picking a single one would be unfair to all the rest."

"Dog breed? Only dogs I care about are those that bark for me when I command them to."

What are each muses favorite dog breed?

"German Shepherd. They're cute, but that doesn't mean they aren't fierce"

"Beagles are pretty dope, ain't them?"

"Irish Setters."

"Cats are superior."

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iphone meme, samson and evie!

The name of your muse in my phone

Sammy

A picture that my muse has of you in contacts

The ringtone for your muse

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother - 

My muse’s last text to your muse

[Evie  ► Sammy] I think.. I ..burnt water? Is that a thing?

[Evie  ► Sammy]  I got side tracked by one of the customers.

[Evie  ► Sammy]  Now there’s steam and no water in the pot?

[Evie  ► Sammy]  Uh..how do you feel about Ramen salad?

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RP Playlists | The Daughter of the Devil - For the vampire with wasted innocence and questionable loyalties

I. ] Crystallize - Lindsey Stirling II. ] Under the Water - The Pretty Reckless III. ] No Light, No Light - Florence + The Machine IV. ] Human - Christina Perri V. ] Going to Hell - The Pretty Reckless VI. ] Some Nights - Tyler Ward & Alex G. VII. ] Sleeping Sickness - City and Colour VIII. ] Lithium - Evanescence

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Samson

It was hard to get back to normal life after something like a fucking vampire attack. He had been shaken, terrified at seeing his sister being hurt in front of him. The adrenaline of the shift and the pain it brought on, not to mention the injuries sustained in the ensuing fight, it had all left Samson a little out of it when he’d finally reverted back to his human form. Evie and he had a lot to talk about, but neither of them had been in the right state for it at the time. But that night, as he tried to calm himself in his room, he felt as if he were high as a kite. Maybe the full shifting really did something to his endorphins, but he felt the best he had in years.

But as time went on, even though his wounds healed abnormally faster than he was used to, the time never seemed to come up. It didn’t help that he was doing his best to avoid coming out of the apartment above the bakery. Fear at the aftermath kept him there at first, scared that his attacking Kolya might have grievously injured the man. And even if he hadn’t, attacking the best friend of the guy he was kind of seeing was definitely not the best way to make a good impression. And then there was the depression, the self-hatred at how selfish he could be, turning the situation into something all about him.

And then he started tweaking. There was no other word for it, and as someone who had experienced withdrawal, he knew the signs. It took longer than he’d like to admit, but somehow he’d pieced it together. V. It was a drug, and he’d accidentally ingested a large amount of it in the fight with Kolya. And, well… it doesn’t take much for an addict to hit the ground running once more. So with a quick visit to a friend at the vets, one he hadn’t spoken to in some time, he had another dose.

The week went quickly after that. It was easy enough to stay away from the outside world, locking himself away in the apartment. And without a phone, since his broke before the attack, he didn’t have to worry about the outside world coming in. Sure, he had to run the bakery, and when he was riding the rise of the high it was easy enough to maintain. And while he was riding the rise of the high, baking was a breeze, and he was able to make some pretty fucking fantastic pastries if he said so himself. The customers seemed to enjoy them as well, and the displays were empty at the end of every day.

The peak was, of course, his favorite part. He’d heard of euphoria before, but even on the more mundane drugs, he’d never quite experienced it to this degree. It was something else, and for the first time in his life, he felt truly happy. Careless. Free. The hallucinogenic effect was something of a bonus, here, and he would lose hours after the euphoria wore off simply staring off past a book he was attempting to read, or even just at his ceiling as he lay in bed. It almost reminded him of getting high back in high school, or the good nights back in California when he managed to find something strong enough to last, but soso much better.

And then, of course, there was the fall. The crash. The end of the high. That was when he would pull away entirely. Lock even Evie out. She was the only one who bothered to check on him, anyway. Selene and Hadley were busy, and he couldn’t face Peter if the man even did bother to show up. He’d mutter to himself, or to whoever his drug-addled mind decided he was seeing in the corner of his eye. He’d let the bakery run out of stock, not for lack of trying. All that mattered at that time was getting the next hit.

So, when the alarm wouldn’t stop blaring in his ears, he smashed it with a rolling pin, grabbed the sheet out of the oven without caring that it seared his hand as he did, and stormed out of the bakery without caring that the oven was still on. If it burned down, it would save him some time in the future. Up the stairs, into the apartment. He had more left, plenty really. He just needed to be better at taking it, that was all. So he did, and soon enough he was laying on the not-so-shitty couch Selene had convinced him to get, calming down.

So when Evie burst into the apartment, screaming his name, he shot up and held the rapidly healing hand to his head as the movement made it swim. He could only answer in a groan as he lay back down.

“What…?”

All the pieces were in front of her, but she didn’t want to solve the puzzle. It would mean stepping into her sketchy past and reliving through the memories of her own addictions. Not to mention her abandonment issues held her tightly in place with no wiggle room for misinterpretation. There was more she worried about since that night.  That she couldn’t bring herself to think of. Samson could shift, but he shifted into a bear. Evelyn didn’t mourn for her father, not really, but it was their father. She couldn’t bring herself to ignore the small whispers in the back of her mind.

Stay with him and maybe he’ll kill you too.

The self destructive conscious whispered to her. Samson looked out of it, and she almost wanted to leave him alone. However she caught the injured hair against his head and moved in closer with a frown. “A..are you ok?” She meekly whispered and set her purse aside. “Let me see.” Evelyn repeated a little more forceful than she meant it to be. Warmth and joy from her pending news dissolved into her nerves instead. Her meeting with Peter hadn’t gone to plan at all, but it made her realize something important.

This talk needed to happen sooner or later, and for her own nerves she wanted it to happen tonight. However, now she second guessed it as she stared down at Samson. It was her brother laying there, but it wasn’t the brother that had greeted her at the hospital nor was it the brother she used to play tea parties with.

“Sammy..I think we..we..should talk.”

Knots in her stomach constricted and she could almost hear him leaving in her mind. She knew she had complicated things. Samson had a life here before she came, and from the evidence downstairs she was just a burden. Maybe this time she should leave and he would be happier. Maybe she was his problem, and part of her was frightened he would confess that to her.

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✉ evie and samson

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[Bro] Will you come with me to get a pregnancy test?[Bro] you don’t have to kick me out if it’s positive.[Bro] We won’t be your burdern.

[redefinethesin-archive-blog]

"She's dangerous. Not because she's a vampire or because she's my prodigy. It's because she sees, and it's been a threat since her heart was beating. She'll see the person you really are, the one you try to keep hidden under sarcasm, charm, and eccentric threats. Then she'll get that look in her eyes accompanied by that tiny little smirk that lets you know that she knows...you can't fool her. Then it's easy to feel comfortable around her, to let your guard down. She could use it to her advantage, that trust, but she never does. Instead, she chooses to understand. Her heart is just that big, that open, and it's dangerous."