Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5583506-20190715230525

Evangeline tried to smile at him, but it was hard to display a sense of genuine happiness in an outfit which seemed to scream: "Get it here."

At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking when he saw her like this? Had a temptation ever crossed his mind? Did he even think about her at all?

Ever since the World's Fair, she had been thinking about him every now and then: how and what he was doing. And when she wasn't thinking about him she tried to keep up with the news of the Wastelands outside of the Commonwealth, tracking his deeds through hearsay and eyewitness accounts of other members of her order. As much as she hated to admit it, her unrequited love for him had eventually turned into a part of who she was.

Only now, when she was finally back with him again did she find it unbearable to be around him. She couldn't focus or think straight, and she was always on the edge around him, as she never could find the opportunity to tell him how she truly felt. Simply because she was afraid. Afraid of how he would take it. Afraid that he would tell her that he didn't harbor the same feelings towards her, or that she would scare him away, ruining their friendship for good.

And yet she couldn't feel whole or at ease without knowing. She wanted him to look at her and tell her that he loved her as well. She wanted him to hold her and comfort her, and maybe ... maybe more than that.

"I am ... glad to have you by my side then", she said assuringly.