#this is late and im the wooooooorst im sorry

[blancheharlow]

Iron Out the Details || Evelyn & Blanche

@marvelousevelyn

Blanche let out a sigh as she stood in line for coffee. It was hard to blink the tiredness from her eyes-- another nearly sleepless night hadn’t been the best for her. It had been months, and Blanche was still having trouble getting to sleep. It was anxiety-inducing to even close her eyes because her mind kept picturing The Girl in the Gap’s black eyes staring back at her, or some other monster lizard would be clinging to her ceiling ready to eat her. 

She thought she was just being dramatic, as the clock ticked to 2am and she was on her hands and knees, making sure the wards she put up under her bed were still in order. Then Blanche would risk to check the ones by the window, ignoring her reflection in the glass, before rushing to the door. Granny wouldn’t even try to bypass them now, but whenever they broke, Blanche would have a lot worse to deal with than her creeping paranoia as Granny made her attempting to sleep even more frightening-- Blanche had a sneaking suspicioun that the nightmares she had when she actually got to sleep were always caused by her.

Granny wasn’t even really her Granny anymore. There were a few precious moments of clarity-- when she acted normal. Like she used too. Even if Granny picked at her appearance constantly or her choices, she was never this mean or this violent about it.

Blanche’s eyes shot around the coffee shop, carefully examining her surroundings. It looked normally, for the most part. Granny wasn’t here. That was good. Somebody coughing behind her got her attention back into the real world, and Blanche silently cursed as she realized she let the line move on without her, her eyes trained to the ground so she didn’t draw too much attention to herself Taking a few steps forward, she collided with a man on his way out--

“Shoot, sorry-” Blanche stumbled, not hearing the man’s reply as her backpack and purse slipped off with a small clatter as she caught herself on her a nearby table. Her cheeks flushed.

So much for not drawing attention to herself. Her wallet, phone, and other miscellaneous crap and had fallen out of her purse, and the only good thing was that all of her weird shit was tucked safely away in her backpack, not her purse.  Awkwardly, Blanche stooped to start gathering her stuff, muttering a flustered apology to the woman nearby as she hurriedly collected her stuff. 

“Just, uh, some bad luck, I guess.”