BRINDLETON BAY : Elderflower Bay Hospital // 17:13
if we come together, are we part of a machine?
if we're starting over, are we living in a dream?
but do you love me, do you love me?
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Nurse: Leo tells us you haven’t been drinking.
Lilith: I have been drinking.
Nurse: Mm. I’ll get Dr. Weaver for you now.
Gunther: I can ask you anything about your vampirism, right?
Lilith: That was the deal.
Gunther: OK. So. Why are you so opposed to drinking blood?
Lilith: I have... complicated feelings towards it.
Gunther: Is it... a morality thing? Wouldn’t not drinking it make you weaker?
Lilith: No. That’s just Str —
Gunther: That’s just... Who?
Lilith: You could say it’s a morality thing.
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𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 |
[AMELIA] Have all of Emilia’s friends confirmed they’re coming?
[SARAH] Most of the guests have already confirmed their attendance, Your Majesty.
[SARAH] Miss Beauchamp did let us know she’d confirm tomorrow at the latest.
[AMELIA] Thank you, Sarah. Please verify that the receipt of Emilia’s boyfriend custom suit is forwarded to the Grimalldis.
[SARAH] Of course, ma’am.
[AMELIA] Why we had to pay for it makes absolutely no—
[ALEXANDER] I’m not going to go to Winchester just for you.
[ALEXANDER] I don’t care that your sister broke her elbow. We aren’t a thing anymore, plus we never really dated seriously. I— Well, then don’t come to her party. I live here. Whatever, bye.
[AMELIA] Alexander? Emilia told me you were ‘too busy’ and couldn’t go visit your grandfather with your siblings.
[ALEXANDER] I am busy, mom. I’ve been on the phone for like two hours
[AMELIA] Talking to who?
[ALEXANDER] ... Mom! You don’t need to know.
[AMELIA] Really? I already know who it is, I’m good friends with her mom.
[AMELIA] Were you ever planning on telling me you and Philippa are dating?
[ALEXANDER] We didn’t date, we just, uhm— hung out. Not kissed and posed in front of the paparazzi on purpose like Emilia.
[ALEXANDER] We stopped seeing each months ago. She reminds me of Emilia, ew.
[AMELIA] Alexander. Sarah, please, get someone to take him to his grandfather’s.
[SARAH] Right away, ma’am.
[AMELIA] Your grandfather is getting older too, you have to spend time with him. We’ll talk when you’re back. Sarah, nevermind the meeting—
Delaney woke up miserable as usual. She was forcing herself to eat some breakfast to appease her moms when she heard a knock on her door. She nearly dropped her cereal bowl when she saw Jack standing at the front door. She rushed to him, not believing he was real. She asked him how he got there. He told her that her moms flew him there for the day as an early birthday present. They saw how miserable she was and felt bad. She cried while he held her.
He soothed her, telling her to stop crying and not to waste their time together, but to be happy. She quickly got ready and showed him everything island life had to offer. He couldn’t believe she’s been miserable here. She told him it just wasn’t enjoyable without him.
Delaney loved every second of their day together and was grateful for her moms. She was so sad when the day had to end. He promised Delaney they would be together again soon and would never be apart again. She hoped so. She had to hold on to that hope.
My mother finally forced me into attending IHF’s Quest to the Heart program in the dead of winter. It’s like she’s actually punishing me but calling it a retreat. Lia and Nora also got roped into it but Lia was excited because she’s a masochist who loves this mind-numbing crap.
I don’t know how these girls can get so excited to hear the same ten scriptures that have been drilled into us our entire lives to be submissive, gentle, meek, joyful, and most importantly to put being a helpmeet and mother above all else. It’s all so repetitive and boring. Either way, I still played nice and faked enthusiasm so that Esty would report back to mom that the Lord really worked on my heart during this session and I formed strong convictions.
Although I grew up in a home where Jesus is basically the only thing we talk about from the day we’re born, I’ve never felt whatever it is everyone else feels about God. When I was a kid, I couldn’t understand why I was always in trouble for every little thing I did and I started thinking God hated me and there was nothing I could do to be good enough for Him to love me, so why bother trying. Ever since then, I mostly check out during sermons and just perform the motions I know I’m supposed to until I can escape the bible study or church service. It’s pretty easy to fly under the radar when your parents have 21 kids.
By my pure misfortune, the camp directors thought is would be *so special* for all of us sisters to be in the same group that Esty was leading. It was her final session as a group leader at QttH before her wedding. Only unmarried women have the time to lead these things because married women are saddled down with kids. Esty is a lot to deal with on a normal day, but she was especially zealous for her final QttH session ever.
She terrified poor Beth Logan with her bible study on how narrow the path is and that only the truly righteous will make it into heaven. The normal fire and brimstone preaching she learned from our grandparents. As annoying as I find her obsessive piety, I have to admit she has a natural talent for preaching and it’s a shame she wasn’t born a man or at least born into a more progressive denomination with female preachers.
Thankfully, the weekend after we returned from QttH, Heath Fitzpatrick had a party on the same night mom, Esty, Emilia and the little girls traveled to Oasis Springs to do wedding stuff with Malachi’s mom and sisters. I faked feeling sick and got Nora to do the same, blaming it on the freezing weather at QttH to get out of joining that nightmare. Dad would never come check our room after lights out, so we easily snuck out the window and climbed down the trellis. It was our first time doing something like that and it was a night I would never forget.
On the first day of freshman year, I sassed the headmaster in front of the whole school and because of that - even despite my family’s reputation for being overly religious weirdos - the most popular girl in school, Alysia Dougherty, brought me into her circle. She started calling me Evy instead of Evy Lou and now everyone at school calls me Evy and I actually like it better.
I can never get away from my family to party with them but she doesn’t make me feel bad when I miss things that happen after my EIGHT PM curfew (my parents are so embarrassing!). She even brought me clothes to wear for the party. Nora chose to stay in her own parent-approved clothes though.
Ever since Nora enrolled at Windenburg Academy, Alysia’s been icy toward her, I think she’s jealous because all the guys are trying to win Nora’s affection and Alysia’s not used to not being the prettiest girl in school. She ruined the selfie I tired to take of the three of us for my private simstagram account that only my friends at school follow. I just delete and redownload the app when I need to so that no on at home sees it on my phone.
Heath and I have been flirting at school for some time but he flirts with everyone, so I never took him seriously. But this night, he pulled me onto his lap and showed me how to blow bubbles. I didn’t know what to expect but after a few minutes I felt so relaxed. Somehow he looked even cuter to me than ever before and we started making out right there in the middle of the party. It was amazing. I was glad it wasn’t my first kiss - that honor goes to Owen Coughlin behind church one Sunday afternoon - so I somewhat knew what I was doing. Heath’s kissed a lot of girls and I didn’t want to be among the worst.
I don’t even know how much time passed but eventually I was able to pull myself way from Heath and I stumbled around searching for Nora. I found her sitting in a corner looking miserable. She apparently felt uncomfortable and had the nerve to be disappointed in my behavior like she was our mom! I was shocked because Nora’s not exactly an angel, but apparently Esther’s sermon about the narrow path got her thinking about her salvation and what it means to be a good Christian.
I agreed to take her home as I was honestly too high to process what she was telling me but I could feel the fear and realization that I was losing my best friend and only ally at home to the last person I ever expected - fucking Jesus Christ of all people.
**DISCLAIMER: Hey y’all, if you’re not familiar with this story, I tend to jump ahead sometimes. We went from Hope barely talking at her birthday party to her back-talkin her daddy in the back of a Bentley. SO: In the timeframe of this story, she’s a preteen. A tweenager if you will. I could go on to explain how the aging in this game goes from diapers to elementary school to acne, but I won’t. Just know that I am an adult and a parent so this is not meant to be gross. Hope is about 12 here and 12 year olds talk about and maybe even experiment with kissing. The end.