DATE: 22nd of June, 8.15 PM LOCATION: Marcella’s apartment AVAILABILITY: Closed @ofmarcellas
Disappointment tasted bitter. It still stung, and it had stung the entire walk back to Marcella’s. They’d found nothing. It was a long shot, but one she had crossed her fingers for nonetheless. It’s okay. It’s fine. But it wasn’t because she had failed Feiyan and broken her promise to her first self. She needed to find her. Time was slipping by, violently now. Evelyn sunk into the couch, chin propped up by her fist. “I’m sorry for dragging you out today. I’m sorry we didn’t find anything.” Her eyes cast up, catching Marcella’s, and even in her disappointment she couldn’t help the very real awareness of being in Marcella’s apartment, far from her cozy room in the Lair. With that awareness, echoes of the determination that had set in when she put on the wreath of flowers. When she had seen the ring on her first self’s finger.
The same determination that clung to her all day, in the moments she cast a glance to Marcella to see her sharp cheekbones, the shape of her nose. “Thank you, though. For trying.”
