[video] once there was a way to get back homeward

[nascensibility]

[It wasn't enough, she thinks, to lose so much back home that she had to return here to another loss she was only just rebuilding. It wasn't enough to take away, it wasn't enough to really hurt, no, to quietly return to a familiar room, empty with its vast walls and dark corners. Slowly she filled it again, odds and ends of furniture and the trappings of a home to which she can never return.

She has a reputation to uphold even in spite of the circumstances, better to nurse the greatest wound out of the public eye, a garish scar across her stomach. Evelyn could swear the blade reached her heart.

The exhaustion nestles deep into her bones, a palpable chill that reminds her what she is.

What she isn't.]

I've been informed I was away for a little while, [she addresses the network, unable to muster more than a tired smile.] Perhaps someone might catch me up. I'll be-

[For a moment Evelyn appears distracted, hand gravitating toward her waist.]

I'll be in the library. I've also got several, erm, dogs that need homes. Please let me know if you're interested.



Private to Philip, 11:31 AM
I’m back. May I come and see you? It's important.
-E

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[nascensibility]

So I heard,

[she responds knowingly having picked up bits and pieces of the previous event, something about the undead and having to deal with them accordingly. Evelyn isn't certain what makes her more uncomfortable: the fact that she came from a similar situation, or the fact that she might be considered 'undead' herself.]

I hope- [A sigh, and she sits across from Lydia.] I hope the quiet lasts.

[intelligently]

As long as we don't get any more events like that. ( Or anything else of the sort ) It might stay fairly quiet. But it's never for long enough.

( And that has yet to change )

[nascensibility]

I can't disagree with you.

[Evelyn knows that better than most.

She isn't keen to share the sentiment with Lydia, who, while experienced with supernatural elements and nightmares of all shapes and sizes, doesn't need anything else on her teenaged plate. It's an effort made in vain, she thinks, to hope. Evelyn has had her fair share of disappointments.]

I don't suppose it's a sin to bury myself in work now that I'm back.