songbird, eve
she/her
21
september 5th
hoenn
demisexual
idol
civilian
to be a flower you need rainy days.
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evelyn silph
"it's hard to say," she breathed. their family wasn't exactly normal. could one even call it that? evelyn, since her time back, had grown. there was a lot of time missed. even then, after her recent past, she couldn't exactly remember her old self all too well. the porcelain doll--a marionette who had little self-actualization. that girl was no more. she had emotion, she was more than just a puppet. "we're polar opposites, you and i." where he thought with his head, she thought with her heart. then there was Stormy Silph , a mixture of things. "our family isn't exactly normal," she softly spoke, "i was just thinking, don't you ever miss them?" she spoke of his, or rather their, parents. "i don't think we've ever talked about father's death, and mo--" she'd pause hesitantly, unable to utter the word "mother". "your ability to restrain that hardened heart of yours is remarkable," evelyn would say. unfortunately for her, as a songstress, that wasn't a possibility. "when i think about my time as rocket, and the things i had to do..." she'd pause to gather her thoughts, "...i don't feel anything about it. i can try to justify that SILAS BLACKWELL made me do those things, but i had a choice and i feel no remorse for it." was it due to her conditioning as a silph growing up? she's not sure, but it feels like carrying the family name places a heavy burden on ones shoulder. "you don't show what or how you really feel, and i admire that about you. even so, i've known you since we were little. since you came to me in that place..." the garden, it was the place where it all started. "sometimes i wonder if you're still the boy who made me feel real." in that garden underneath the wealthy apple tree. she wondered if that boy was only a figment of her imagination, someone she desired so much to save her. she wondered if, had it not been, did he still remain or had he been engorged by the darkness that hovers over this region? sometimes he scared her, because she could never tell what he was honestly thinking. she was no longer that little girl nor he the boy, and yet she still clung onto him as if he were. notes: idk what i just wrote, but let's keep it going babyyyyy FERNANDO SILPH ❤ |
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