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"I have held the child in my arms; perhaps I shall send the mother to the guillotine,"-𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴...𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
|| Hey, so I made a new strawpage, same link but I redesigned it! I'm not good with web designs but I'm proud of that one.
evacorner.straw.page
Evariste Gamelin | LC : RR Prisoner 3 retweeted
//Holy. 800 followers. I'm so glad you've all stuck with me this long. I know my activity can be sparse but I genuinely appreciate you all. Takeover very soon. Probably tomorrow or the day after.
[Open Int]
After Evariste muttered her last sentence, she sighed, going back to staring out of the trains' window. There is nostalgia in her gaze, if you somehow manage to see it, yet also fatigue, nothing has started yet but she certainly was not feeling okay.
Though, is that really new? She's never okay, never okay with anyone on the Train, never do you see her happy, crack a smile, or anything similar, is that woman even capable of feeling happiness, joy? You'd see her left gloved hand on her thigh, it clenched into a fist, her grip-
[TAKEOVER END.]
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Evariste abruptly woke up, she was on her seat, her breathing slightly irregular as she palmed her face with her two hands. The Blonde wiped her eyes; noticing that some tears had formed on the corner of her eyes.
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That is what she believes.
"...Once I'm done here, done with the City...and model it to what I want, then finally..."
Evariste Gamelin | LC : RR Prisoner 3 retweeted
Sinner #49 Athy
“ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ. ɪ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏɴɢʀᴀᴛᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴ."
|| I am tired that the only way people would care about my account, my muses and such is through drawings, commissions and not my writing. It is as if they do not care about anything, the characters I write, about the story I want to give, to create.
[Past - SOLO] Evariste and Elodie, together, were walking by the Pont-Neuf, you'd see artists depicting what they saw before themselves, children running around, the streets of N Corp were always so stale, so bland. They had no personality, like the outfits the workers-
"My beloved, my one and only, the one I adore more than my own faith. You are...the light in the Sky, the voice that soothes my worries, and I must..."
"I understand, Evariste Gamelin...let's find a hotel, shall we? Surely that'll give us a nice room for you to paint me!"