#aeipathisms

𝙝𝙚    𝙜𝙤𝙩    𝙩𝙤𝙤    𝙛𝙖𝙧,    𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙    𝙨𝙤    𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.    and    before   you    even    truly    thought    about    it,    he    was    lying    on    the    ground    in    a    pool    of    his    own    blood.    which...    if    you    look    back    you    could    remember    john    helping    you,    and    then    the    buyer    had    stopped    moving.    truly    you    know    he    had    it    coming,    asked    too    much,    hell    you’re    still    barely    dressed.    which    is    why    you    move    to    the    bathroom,    and    putting    on    a    bathrobe.    at    least    covered    for    now.    this    is    mechanical,    thinking    critically    and    not    emotionally,    ❝  we    have    to    hide    the    body,    and    create    an    alibi,    quickly.  ❞

Cora walked with confidence, still sensing the other’s presence just a few steps behind her.  He reminded her of a little lost puppy, not that she really minded it.  “That depends on what kind of refreshments you like, love,” she mused as she lightly peered over her shoulder to look in his direction.  Her steps paused, so that she could turn to face him; head cocked lightly to the side, crimson lips pursed as she gave him a once over.  “”Which, it would be helpful if you actually let me know what you like instead of alluding to it.”

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She paused, her face falling for a moment before she tried to rearrange her features into something more- no, something less- something less readable. It was her default defense mechanism. Don’t show emotion, don’t show how you’re feeling, don’t let them know they affected you. And even now, even though she wanted to keep the hurt in her expression, wanted him to know she cared, she couldn’t stop the instinct. 

“I… get that a lot.” She admitted softly, avoiding his eyes. “People I care about usually leave so I just,” she shrugged uncomfortably, “try not to show it, like… maybe they won’t leave then or- or it won’t hurt as much, y’know?” She watched the toe of her boot scuff at the ground, unable to lift her eyes to him to see his response to her admittance. 

         From the moment she was driven in the car by her case-worker to the moment she opened the door to her new home, Rapunzel Carter was, for now, no more.   From the moment she stepped inside she was Eloise Brooks.  Her once lower back length hair was now shoulder length ( to her dismay ).  Hesitantly, she stepped inside and looked around her new, hopefully temporary, home.  

         Her case worker spoke with the other individual already inside - she supposed it was another person’s.  Maybe connected with her case.  As they spoke with themselves, probably going over details, Rapunzel - Eloise - walked further into the home.  “Oh, I--  I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” she said after a small jump, a hand over her heart.  “I guess I was just too busy admiring everything.”