6+ Sentence Sunday
I’ve had some WIP Wednesday and other tags over the months (thank you and I love seeing what you’re doing even if I’m not posting much!!). I wanted to try sharing something again. This is from a very rough, fledgling project - some very early bickering between Evelyn & Cullen where she is challenging him at every turn and trying to figure him out without any subtly or tact. 👍
“Evelyn. Wait.” She regarded him impatiently: tired of the argument, tired of him. “You speak to the mages?”
A tiny scoff escaped her. “Just like they're real, live people. Yes, I do,” Evelyn answered slowly, mockingly.
Cullen brushed aside her barb to ask his question before all courage failed him. “You accused me of intimidating them. That statement wasn't without justification, was it?”
Evelyn sighed, a small furrow forming between her brows as if she now regretted speaking of it. “Some of the mages know you. From before.”
Cullen’s stomach sank even as he straightened his spine, trying to look resolute and unaffected. He had guessed at this possibility, though it had never bothered him what they may think: the long-held grudges of rebel mages had always seemed very low on an extensive list of priorities.
The fact that they may have relayed Maker only knew what tales of him to Evelyn however, suddenly made the situation feel more urgent.
“What have they said?” It pained him to ask, but it was clear Evelyn, her mouth a thin, unhappy line, would say no more without prompting and he had to know.
“Some of them say you were better than most, better than the other Templars. More kind. More forgiving.” She met his eyes, her gaze penetrating and accusing in an almost physically palpable way. Were Cullen not already rigidly stuck in place, he might have stepped back from the force of it. “And some say you were amongst the worst of them.”
He waited a beat and swallowed, to ensure his voice was level as he asked her, “And which of the accounts do you believe?”
Evelyn laughed without a trace of amusement: a sound that chilled him more completely than the icy winds skimming off the mountains had succeeded in doing.
“I believe them all.”
And that was something Cullen couldn’t argue with: she was right to.
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