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tampered2007-08-29 09:22 pm
ever-evey.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-08-29 09:22 pm
Log; Ongoing
When; August 28, night
Rating; PG
Characters; Evey![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ever_evey, Valerie violet_carsons
Summary; Evey fills Valerie in on what she's forgotten in her return to the City.
Log;
The kettle's whistle was shrill, piercing the quiet that had taken hold in Evey's underground home. She pulled it from the burner and turned the stove off, pouring the steaming water into the teapot with a deftness she'd lacked only a year ago. Recalling her disastrous attempt at making tea for Eric Draven's visit the summer before, Evey couldn't help but smile a little--though the memory of the many kitchen lessons that had followed as a result caused a twinge of .
That was why she couldn't stay down here--alone or with Valerie--much longer, she had decided. If she did, she was going to stagnate in her memories of V rather than use what she'd learned from him to do some good, whether here or at home.
The teapot accompanied her over to the couch and Valerie on a silver serving tray, along with cups, sugar, and milk. She set it down on the coffee table and sat next to the other woman.
"I thought I should explain how it is I know who you are," she began. "It's--well, it's a very long story, and I'm not sure what the best way to start it would be, but..."
She took a deep breath. "My husband was in the cell next to yours."
Rating; PG
Characters; Evey
ever_evey, Valerie violet_carsonsSummary; Evey fills Valerie in on what she's forgotten in her return to the City.
Log;
The kettle's whistle was shrill, piercing the quiet that had taken hold in Evey's underground home. She pulled it from the burner and turned the stove off, pouring the steaming water into the teapot with a deftness she'd lacked only a year ago. Recalling her disastrous attempt at making tea for Eric Draven's visit the summer before, Evey couldn't help but smile a little--though the memory of the many kitchen lessons that had followed as a result caused a twinge of .
That was why she couldn't stay down here--alone or with Valerie--much longer, she had decided. If she did, she was going to stagnate in her memories of V rather than use what she'd learned from him to do some good, whether here or at home.
The teapot accompanied her over to the couch and Valerie on a silver serving tray, along with cups, sugar, and milk. She set it down on the coffee table and sat next to the other woman.
"I thought I should explain how it is I know who you are," she began. "It's--well, it's a very long story, and I'm not sure what the best way to start it would be, but..."
She took a deep breath. "My husband was in the cell next to yours."