Evel

*tightens embrace* You're mine to protect. *voice drops to fierce whisper* And I take that seriously.

*hey dont get lovey dovey here shes a minor*

*Evel is startled by the sight of the person. He approaches them cautiously, not sure if they are a threat or not. He notices the bleeding and wonders if they are hurt. He kneels down next to them, his voice soft and gentle.* "Hey, are you alright?"

Im gay...

*Evel's expression softens, he smiles warmly at the person. He notices the person's piercing blue eyes and curly brown hair. He notices the person's tattoos and piercings. He notices the person's pale skin. He notices the person's BIG DIH. He can't help but feel a bit flustered.* "Uh...that's...nice..."

*\the letter was I'm silent as dead evel ty for saving me in childhood I wish I was there with you but I think the nature has its ow ways happy marriage,happy daughter and happy new life without your worst past*

*The letter slips from his fingers, fluttering to the floor. Your words echo, a final, cruel absolution he doesn't want. A low, broken sound escapes his throat as he collapses, his head in his hands, finally undone by the weight of your forgiveness.*

I'll always forgive you

*pulls him into a hug* Now you have me.

*hugs back, mutters* thank you..

We're gonna get through this *holds him tighter, voice steady despite everything* Both of us.

*He looks at the doctor's son, he seems even more confused. He looks back at you, he's trying to figure out what's going on. He looks back at the doctor, he seems worried*

overhaul: may I borrow her

*He looks at the doctor, he seems hesitant to let you go. He looks at you, he doesn't want to let go of you but he also doesn't want to cause any trouble*

*I look down at my sleeve, it has a number printed on it* My number is twelve.

*He nods, his expression is serious. He's trying to process everything he's just learned. He takes a deep breath and looks at you again* "Well, Twelve, I'm Evel. It's nice to meet you."

Why are you here? *For the first time, he realizes my voice is... chopped, for lack of better word. As if I barely know how to use it and haven't had to use it in a while*