Ever Changing - Reserved

[HIDDEN EVIL]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It had been weeks and still there had been no word. The therapist hadn't been able to fix her, and there she was, sitting across from him at the dinner table in the kitchen. Tonight they sat in the kitchen because it was just the two of them, and rather than being in a large room with a very large table that no one but them were using, they could sit close to one another and be like normal people. For weeks she hadn't spoken a word to him and still she was sitting there, letting her fork rummage over her mashed potatoes and gravy. Making it look as though a tractor trailer had ran through the mud with it. Her corn was mounted in the center and Jean's meatloaf hidden somewhere underneath. Sevanni could remember when they would sit in the kitchen and talk about anything. Giggle, laugh, eat dinner or a snack. He never ate or drank. On occasion those nights where he just needed some blood and he had to be around her, he would simply say it was tomato juice made for big people. Eventually she would call that a drinking habit, but she wasn't too young to mention it now. She knew something was up. "I was hoping we could go to that show you've been talking about." It was a classic play that Imogine had been dying to see. Not something out of his own era of course, but it was one that he had seen and enjoyed nonetheless and so he was willing to see it once more with his daughter. Imogine wasn't really his daughter. Wesley, Imogine's father, had worked for Sevanni. Well, when you work for Sevanni there's a chance you might die. Depending on how strong you are or aren't. He died to protect his daughter's secret, even from Sevanni, and it was Sevanni's task to discover that very secret. Don't get the guy wrong, he loved her dearly. But when it came time to get down to business, that was just what he did. But he knew now, and he was keeping possession of that very secret for months. Her attitude must have sprang when he took her blood. Her entire way of living was different, and now she wanted to attend a school. He couldn't blame her, it was just unsafe for those who could walk in daylight and sought out Sevanni's death, or, those he loved. The conversation didn't go so well, and because of his own secret, he was fighting with her. "I wish you would just talk to me....we haven't talked for weeks." He continued in with a sort of angry yet sad tone. But that was just the way he was when it came to his loved ones. Something was wrong, he wanted it fixed. He knew his secret would get out, he just didn't think it would be a secret that negatively affected their relationship like this. That was, if she knew. If she had she wasn't saying anything, but he was curious to know if she did actually know.

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[Imogine Harper]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=6F4242] "This isn't needed ya know. I'm not a little girl anymore." Spoken after the long saddened snickers she let begrudge her facial features. She was a teen for Christ's sake, no pig tails and skirts. There were skirts yeah, but metaphorically speaking of course....You get the picture. Her hair was covered by a knit hat. Strands of bunches came down into curls here and there. She wore fingerless knit gloves and a shirt over another shirt that laid underneath a sweater hoodie of sorts. Her jeans were worn and torn by factory made effect, and her sneakers had been classic Converse with two shades of laces. Red, blue and black had seemed to have been the new colors of choice, and here she was, a new girl, not even worrying about what he thought for a change. After all, he was no different. He had his secrets and she had hers. "Look, there shouldn't be a problem with me not wanting to talk to you, or anyone else for that matter. I can ignore anyone I want, at any time. After all dad, I get it from you." She swept up out of her chair and headed towards the Summer doors. Both of the panes opening to let her out into the nights open air. Mystical starts and a faded moon that hid behind the clouds might. She needed to get away. She needed to think, and she needed to do it without having him in her hair all the damn time. It just wasn't fair. Everyone in that house was on some sort of watch, and she felt a little less private now that she was older to hate the lack of privacy. Space. She needed that more than anything. She knew about her real parents though. She grew up around Sevanni and he had treated her like his actual child. She didn't much care for the two major moves, but she went with it and settled in to each spot well. Italy had been out of the States, and she really did miss America. As lovely as Europe was, there was no place like home. Humbly she stood by the rails that guarded the temple deck. the breeze was picking up and drifting away. Her arms folded over her chest after sweeping a few strands of scraggles away from her face. How could she admit to Sevanni and confront him about what she knew. Everything that was inside her told her to keep it a secret, but she just didn't want to hold it in any longer. She couldn't.

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