𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐮

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 ✧༺♥༻∞

@FckngMudPeople — important. You, Homelander, are the very embodiment of Vought. You represent them. You represent everything they stand for. Everything they did. And everything they continue to do behind closed doors. Therefore, my opinion of you is as low as it can get.”

@FckngMudPeople That smile— As hateful as it was sweet, accompanied by a puff of air leaving her nose in an exhale that wasn’t quite amusement, but wasn’t quite something else either. “The relationship between Vought and I has been… Rather tedious. Vought took something from me. Something —

@TargtNotWorthIt Eve let the silence linger between them for several moments— Calculating the threat. Of if he even was a threat. “You follow me. Which means you know me. Which means you know 𝙤𝙛 me.” She paused, daringly taking several steps closer, yet out of reach. For now.

@GhostInVought “Now isn’t that the million dollar question, hmm?” A grin cast in her direction. “Answers you’ll get in good time, little lady. All in good time.”

“I’m this (🤏🏻) close to testing if I can fly… If I can, great. If I can’t… Even better.”

@TargtNotWorthIt “If you said yes, I’d have to admit it’s a pretty impressive feat. Most people give up after a day.” She admitted, eyes narrowing. But she could appreciate the honesty. Or something resembling it. “I’d also ask who you are, and why?”

@GhostInVought “Suspicious too.” He murmurs, mostly to himself. His words punctuated with a chuckle. “If I said yes?”

@TargtNotWorthIt “In the world I grew up in? You kind of have to.” Suspiciously glaring, taking a small step back. “Have you been following me?”

@GhostInVought “You’ve got some big cojones, little lady.” He chuckles softly.

No, seriously. Homelander declaring himself the new God, and people are eating it up.

Watching Vought news. Not because she enjoys it or wants to. But she’s trying to learn to use her powers without having to touch the person she has to turn into. … And Homelander’s face pisses her off enough to hopefully help with that.

— Friends are great.”

— classified information… It became quite tedious. Slender, manicured fingers picked up the toothpick that held one of the olives in her drinks, pointing towards the man with a regretful, almost apologetic smile. “Sorry, that was… So not okay to say. I’m sure your… —

Evelyn had moved around, as if she had belonged there naturally. Flowing through the crowd like a calm river. Smiling at just the right moments. Holding conversations, with those important enough to engage with, only to drop that smile abruptly the moment her back turned to the —

It’s been a night. Back to at least looking like herself, which includes comfy clothes and a morning on the couch.