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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2018-03-05 11:52 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2018-03-05 11:52 pm
Entry tags:
original } { sometimes i go too far
Fandom: Original
Title: sometimes i go too far
Rating: PG
Word Count: 699
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Evelyn has had a rough day, and she finds herself at the steps of someone who may be able to help.
Notes: Inspired by this quote.
She’s heard things, about the witch in the woods.
It’s the kind of thing that starts off seeming like something no one would ever want. The crazy lady in the woods, who believes that she has the magic to make your worries disappear, if only for a price. Back when Evelyn had been happy and content in her life, and believing that everything she had was perfect. She had a handsome fiancé and was marrying into a wealthy and loving family, and she was going to improve her station for the better. Her life was on the right track.
And then she discovered her fiancé in the back of the church with bloody Helena Davenport of the Yorkshire Davenports, and well … her perfect life disintegrated before her eyes. She hadn’t even really known what to say at the time. She just ran, throwing herself out of the church and making her way towards the woods, idly wandering until the skies open and the rain falls down around her. Between the darkness and the water, she looks around to find herself completely lost.
She probably should have turned and tried to return. Charging further into the woods is unadvisable in the best of circumstances. But as her wedding updo starts slip down her head with the weight of the water and mud cakes the edge of her wedding dress, she refuses to go back and face her fate. Instead, she only pushes further, following the glowing lights in the distance until she reaches a porch on the edge of a pond. Sitting on the porch is an elegant looking woman with dusky dark skin, sipping a cup of tea. When she catches sight of Evelyn, she straightens some, looking over with a small smile.
“My dear. You look like you’re going to catch your death of a chill.”
“Terribly sorry to bother you,” Evelyn says softly. “But I think I’ve lost my way.”
“Oh, well we can fix that.” The woman extends a hand with a small smile. “Let’s get you inside and we’ll figure it all out.”
That one invitation is all it takes. She takes the woman’s hand, and before she knows it, she’s inside the house, bundled in warm dry clothes and crying her eyes out into a cup of tea, spilling all the secrets of the day thus far. Her hands shake a bit as she holds up her cup to be refilled, and when she pulls it back, she looks up at the woman across from her with glassy eyes.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she says softly. “We were such a lovely match.”
“The lovely matches can often be the most deceptive, love,” the woman sighs softly, before moving behind Evelyn and beginning to fish out bobby pins and tangles from her wet hair, letting it fall around her shoulders so that it doesn’t dry in a massive tangle. “Men cannot be trusted with a woman’s heart. They never could and they never will be.”
“I just don’t know what to do.”
“Well, revenge, naturally.”
Evelyn blinks, before glancing back over her shoulder at the woman behind her. “Revenge?”
“Yes, my dear. Revenge is always the best course of action for a disloyal man.”
“But aren’t we … supposed to be above all of that?”
She laughs. “I’m sure that’s what they tell you. But aren’t you angry?”
“Well … yes.”
“Do you want him to suffer?”
“Suffer?” She pauses for a moment, confused, before shaking her head. “No. Not suffer.” There’s another pause before she looks up at her, jaw squared in resolve. “I want to erase him. I want him to be … nothing to me.” She wants to erase him from her history so this broken heart of hers can move on, and the woman smiles, a catlike smile that showed far too many teeth, before she nods her agreement.
“Yes. Yes, I think that’s the kind of thing that could do nicely.” She tips her head to the side before holding out a hand to the girl. “Shall we begin?”
Evelyn pauses, unsure for a moment, before nodding her agreement and extending her hand. “Yes. Let’s begin.”
Title: sometimes i go too far
Rating: PG
Word Count: 699
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Evelyn has had a rough day, and she finds herself at the steps of someone who may be able to help.
Notes: Inspired by this quote.
She’s heard things, about the witch in the woods.
It’s the kind of thing that starts off seeming like something no one would ever want. The crazy lady in the woods, who believes that she has the magic to make your worries disappear, if only for a price. Back when Evelyn had been happy and content in her life, and believing that everything she had was perfect. She had a handsome fiancé and was marrying into a wealthy and loving family, and she was going to improve her station for the better. Her life was on the right track.
And then she discovered her fiancé in the back of the church with bloody Helena Davenport of the Yorkshire Davenports, and well … her perfect life disintegrated before her eyes. She hadn’t even really known what to say at the time. She just ran, throwing herself out of the church and making her way towards the woods, idly wandering until the skies open and the rain falls down around her. Between the darkness and the water, she looks around to find herself completely lost.
She probably should have turned and tried to return. Charging further into the woods is unadvisable in the best of circumstances. But as her wedding updo starts slip down her head with the weight of the water and mud cakes the edge of her wedding dress, she refuses to go back and face her fate. Instead, she only pushes further, following the glowing lights in the distance until she reaches a porch on the edge of a pond. Sitting on the porch is an elegant looking woman with dusky dark skin, sipping a cup of tea. When she catches sight of Evelyn, she straightens some, looking over with a small smile.
“My dear. You look like you’re going to catch your death of a chill.”
“Terribly sorry to bother you,” Evelyn says softly. “But I think I’ve lost my way.”
“Oh, well we can fix that.” The woman extends a hand with a small smile. “Let’s get you inside and we’ll figure it all out.”
That one invitation is all it takes. She takes the woman’s hand, and before she knows it, she’s inside the house, bundled in warm dry clothes and crying her eyes out into a cup of tea, spilling all the secrets of the day thus far. Her hands shake a bit as she holds up her cup to be refilled, and when she pulls it back, she looks up at the woman across from her with glassy eyes.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she says softly. “We were such a lovely match.”
“The lovely matches can often be the most deceptive, love,” the woman sighs softly, before moving behind Evelyn and beginning to fish out bobby pins and tangles from her wet hair, letting it fall around her shoulders so that it doesn’t dry in a massive tangle. “Men cannot be trusted with a woman’s heart. They never could and they never will be.”
“I just don’t know what to do.”
“Well, revenge, naturally.”
Evelyn blinks, before glancing back over her shoulder at the woman behind her. “Revenge?”
“Yes, my dear. Revenge is always the best course of action for a disloyal man.”
“But aren’t we … supposed to be above all of that?”
She laughs. “I’m sure that’s what they tell you. But aren’t you angry?”
“Well … yes.”
“Do you want him to suffer?”
“Suffer?” She pauses for a moment, confused, before shaking her head. “No. Not suffer.” There’s another pause before she looks up at her, jaw squared in resolve. “I want to erase him. I want him to be … nothing to me.” She wants to erase him from her history so this broken heart of hers can move on, and the woman smiles, a catlike smile that showed far too many teeth, before she nods her agreement.
“Yes. Yes, I think that’s the kind of thing that could do nicely.” She tips her head to the side before holding out a hand to the girl. “Shall we begin?”
Evelyn pauses, unsure for a moment, before nodding her agreement and extending her hand. “Yes. Let’s begin.”