𝕘𝕠𝕕 & 𝕘𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕪.

being the daughter of a man whose power and influence rivaled the local government, evangeline’s life has been meticulously planned out since before she was born. she’s going to be a pianist, her mother cooed to a dozen strangers at a social gathering, her hand absently stroking her swollen baby bump as she envisioned her daughter’s future. she’s going to be fluent in at least three languages, her father beamed, his arm wrapped dotingly around his wife’s shoulders as he prattled on. 

when she was only six months old, her parents decided to exclusively speak to her in french. her third birthday was celebrated with a brand new piano being placed in her room while she’d been at daycare. you see, evangeline has never had the opportunity to not be precisely who her parents wanted her to be. the idea to rebel, to do something outside of their expectations? it’s never crossed her mind. 

or... it hadn’t, at least, until her first kiss. the girl was everything evangeline stood against; she was the definition of the wrong side of the tracks. they were only fourteen, and yet the other girl tasted of cigarette smoke and the faintest bitterness of alcohol, her lips had been tainted by curse words evangeline swore to never utter. and worse than anything else, she was another girl. the laws of the holy book had been burned into her mind since the day she was born; she knew how many things in this equation were wrong. and yet, it somehow felt like the only good decision she’d ever made.

ever since that fateful day, evangeline has (begrudgingly) known of her attraction to women, although she won’t acknowledge it publicly. those are relationships kept in the dark, in the shadows. maybe some day she’ll find the courage to be okay with it.

though she tries not to, she has a very holier-than-thou attitude. it’s been ingrained in her, the idea that her family is somehow superior to the others of somerville due to her father’s position as the head of the church. her words carried nearly as much weight as his own among her peers, leaving the girl to weigh everything she said fifty times over before saying anything at all. it’s almost an unbearable way to live, knowing how much meaning people will derive from a single sentence you speak. it crushes your spirit.

canon connections!:

- the high priestess - best friend; the two of you have known each other for as long as you can remember. and for as long as you can remember, you’ve been trying to show them the light that Faith will bring. you remained friends in spite of your differing opinions on the church, sure, but now that they’ve finally come around it’s like the final piece of the puzzle has fallen into place. now your friendship can reach its full potential. - the devil - enemy;  you don’t understand what they get out of mocking you. you do your best not to react, and still it feels like every day. you can’t be bothered to ask them why, especially when you don’t care to know their opinion on anything since the day they desecrated roses. - the tower - family friend; you remember playdates as children, stuffy and proper in the way you interacted with each other. you remember the barbecues and the holidays spent at one anothers’ homes, laughter and secrets passed between you like you were the only kids in the world. you still maintain that bond, confiding in each other in times of distress and excitement. you trust them completely.

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