Evangeline approached the outside of the small crew's quarters that had borne Seventeen as she recovered from her ordeal. It was a small, rectangular room lined with various qualities of steel plating. The room was only barely longer than the utilitarian bunk bed which occupied one half of the floor space; the other half containing little more than a small cupboard built into the wall.
The end of the room behind Sev's head contained the heavy steel door linking it to the rest of the ship; aside her feet was a single, dinner plate sized porthole portraying views of space outside.
Aside from Sev herself, the room was completely devoid of any objects such as clothes or other personal belongings.
As Sev's cognition returned to her, she became aware of the fact the ship was moving. The porthole offered a view of space, distant spatial objects moving very slightly across the view. Sev's gaze remained locked on this small glimpse of outside as a fighter craft of an unknown model flew past the window at a close proximity, the bright burning flashes of its' cruise engines removing any doubts about the vessel's progression across space.
A slight, metallic clicking sound is heard amongst miscellaneous chattering as the door is unlocked and slowly slid open. The crew's quarters, previously only lit from space outside, now become visibly brighter as the flare of the hallway-mounted neon tubing flows in.
There are slight, illegible whispers from beyond the quarters as Evangeline hushes what appears to be at least one extra person.
Shh! Quiet! She's not awake yet.
Evangeline softly creeps into the room, as yet unsure of Seventeen's status. Her person initially hidden by the door itself, she walks into the center of the room, passing her eyes over Sev as she lays in her bed. A quick glimpse of her reveals she is holding a bottle filled with, presumably, water, in one hand.
Sev looked up at Eva quietly, taking in the woman who, she expected, would be her jailor. She swallowed slightly, only just noticing how dry her mouth was, and tried to speak- but nothing really came. Despite all the training that had been forced upon her, nervousness had overcome her usually commanding persona, making her seem even more injured and afraid. She eyed Eva nervously, obviously still untrusting of the girl.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline quickly realised that Seventeen was awake and cognitive. She smacked her free hand against the open door right at the moment a young, female pops her head around the side of it, stopping her from walking into the room - making apparent trust was in no great supply at that moment.
Seventeen. It's about time you woke up.
Here.
Evangeline leant over slightly bringing herself closer inline with Sev, lying flat on the bottom bunk. She presented her "prisoner" with a bottle of water.
Seventeen reached cautiously for the bottle, one arm consciously holding the blanket over her. She gently took the bottle, taking a small sip at first, then gulping down the liquid once she was convinced it was fine. Offering it back to Eva, she shrunk down a little, murmering a quiet "thank you" in a nervous voice.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline let go of the door, permitting the inquisitive young woman to enter the room proper. She presented as being of Kusarian descent, bearing shoulder-length caramel-coloured hair as a stand-out feature; someone whom Sev had not met before.
Evangeline became acutely aware of Sev's apparent bashfulness, knowing full-well the cause - being the catalyst for it in the first place. She smiled quietly - yet this time it was warm and honest - in opposition to the corrupt, hateful smirk that Sev had not been able to forget.
She calmly knelt down so she was at the same level as the bed and stared right into Sev's eyes - yet as with her smile, her lazuli blue eyes bore none of the hallmarks of the demoness she had been consumed by prior.
Sev took a moment to collect her thoughts. How was she feeling? Every thought that came up brought another problem, and even through all the issues she just muttered "I'm okay..." but then she blinked, and looked up to Eva.
"No...no i'm not. I'm not okay. I'm on a ship I don't know, as a prisoner, i'm sore and hurt and i'm never going to see my sisters again..."
Her outburst declined as the last realisation kicked in. She wasn't going to see her sisters again. In fact, her sisters were probably trying to find and kill her right now. Fighting back the tears, she bit her lower lip and letting out a small whimper as she rolls over onto her belly, burying her face in the pillow. Muffled from the soft cloth, she managed to speak.
"You should've let me burn with the stupid suit..."
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline reaches out and gently rests her hand on the back of Sev's head, softly massaging her fingers through Sev's fur.
I... made a promise to someone, recently.
Evangeline pauses between lines, choosing her words carefully.
That I wouldn't kill people any more. You're the first time I've succeeded.
I don't expect you to instantly fall in love with me and start acting as if everything is alright. But I made the decision to save your life and it is not something I regret.
I don't know what life was like for you before I came along...
Eva pauses again, having run out of words.
... but I still think being alive and able to cry in my bed is better than being turned to ash.
*Bret walks into the room where Eva and Sev were, a still look upon his face as he presses his back against the doorway* Bret: So when are we going to help Vix or are you two going to keep trying to get in each others skirts?...I think we've wasted enough time you know? *And with that, he walks out of the room, a deeper step coming from his feet as he leaves*
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
Sev shrunk from the contact, drawing no comfort from the girl's touch. Looking back at her with tearful eyes, she had lost none of her former grief from the statement.
"We get prepared from our first awakening for what we're going to be...whats going to happen to us. But this..." she chuckled softly. "I've never felt anything like this...never told what to expect...'Always the emotional one', it makes sense now..."
she drifted off, thinking she sounded completely stupid. Only then did she notice the orange-haired girl, and seemed to sink back into the bed again- thrown even further off-balance from both the girl's presence and her interest in the conversation which Sev was sure she heard absolutely all of.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Evangeline retreats her arm from Sev's head, unsure of what the best thing to do might be.
Vixen started out like you, I believe. She's one of your sisters.
She has a life to call her own out here in the real world. She has people who love her. She has a family. A caring, if somewhat... misguided... partner and a beautiful little girl between them.
Evangeline sighs heavily, her haughty confidence now rendered completely useless as her emotions get the better of her.
I can't tell you that life out here is automatically better. But if your old life is as I imagine, you could consider yourself freed of it.
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