#devon severance

Imagine you're Devon. You're a new mother, your husband is a self absorbed writer whose entire friend group are artsy self-proclaimed intellectuals trying to seem smart to each other, your brother is a nonfunctional alcoholic, and your sister in law burned to death in her own car two years ago. The one woman you trusted turned out to be a stalker leading a double life. You made a friend, but she acts like she doesn't know you. You're running around managing all of this and your brother tells you his wife's death didn't affect you and that it wouldn't affect him if your husband died. Speaking of the husband, he's just sold out his embarrassing but seemingly well meaning beliefs for money, abandoning the one principle you thought he had. It wasn't like this before Gemma died, right? Right?

i might be forced to write a whole fic about it but devon scout, the woman that you are. can you imagine the situation she's in. above all else, she wants to protect her brother. she always has. from the world, and from himself. but now, she's presented with the fact that her brother is two people, and those two people's wants are at complete odds. the way she looks at mark s, talks to mark s, it's clear that she sees him as a version of her brother. not as a new person entirely, but also not as just a part of him. maybe she even sees him as a younger version of outie mark, a sort of clumsy, awkward, scared version of him, probably the way mark was as a teenager. and maybe, just like back then, devon wants to be his protector. the world is scary and confusing, people are mean and menacing, her baby brother needs her help. so, of course she helps. without question. without hesitation.