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Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.

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The Call
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May 15th, 1888 - Walsh/MacKay Residence, Swallowbury

It started out as a feeling / Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought / Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder / 'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back / When you call me / No need to say goodbye
- The Call, Regina Spektor


Eva had never, in her entire life, made dinner, by herself. For herself, certainly, but not for someone else and not without a little help from Mrs. Sweeney here and there. The woman was a godsend really, without her they would certainly be lost. She was not however, the most fond of Eva having a gentleman over for dinner without someone else home and it had take quite a bit of persuasion on Eavan's part to get the woman to stay out of the kitchen and out of the dinner itself. Mrs. Sweeney wasn't taking no for an answer and so Eva had to agree to let her stay in the house somewhere just in case. In truth, Eva hadn't put up much of a fight. She knew Mrs. Sweeney had no kids to call her own and liked to keep and eye on the three crazy Americans under their roof, so as long as the older woman agreed not to interrupt, she could remain in the house.

It didn't take long for Eva to regret that.

She was not a natural in the kitchen by any stretch of the imagination. Sure she could always manage to pull something together for herself, but she was not the most picky when it came to eating. Apparently, she was picky about what she served to a guest; especially when that guest was Fletcher. Not one to ever feel like she was out of control of a situation, Eva was slowly losing her grasp on the meal, and was already flustered. How did Mrs. Sweeney do this every day? The roast and vegetables were in the oven (the last thing Mrs. Sweeney had been able to do before she was ousted from the kitchen) and Eavan was supposed to be making something for dessert, but the soda bread she had planned, was not like she remembered making with her mum...

A knock on the door had her squeaking in surprise and glaring at the clock; was it really that time already!? Eva flung off her apron and smoothed down the skirt of her pretty blue dress and tucked a stray strand of red hair behind her ear before taking a deep breath and answering the door. Hopefully she didn't look as frazzled as she felt.



“It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope.”

deep quote code by Soph ♥
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Fletcher had been a bit surprised when Eavan had invited him over for dinner but had happily accepted. They'd done a few things together, but always out in public surrounded by many others. This dinner sound much more intimate, perhaps even just the two of them. It was exciting... And nervewracking all at the same time. So much so, he'd even stopped by his family's home there in Irvingly before heading over just to get a bit of a pep talk. Abigail had gushed about the prospect of Fletcher possibly on the verge of settling down but his mother had seemed to pout some. Whether because she hadn't plotted the romance or because he had yet to meet Eavan, he wasn't sure. Though, he was fairly certain it was a mixture of the two. Regardless, seeing them and their smiles helped him and bolstered his step as he made his way to the lovely red head's home.

He soon found himself knocking on the door and that very door opening shortly afterward. He was greeted by a lovely sight, not noticing the frazzled state she was in in the slightest. Instead, what he saw, was a woman who was quite seriously stealing his heart away and the very sight of her caused him to smiled brightly at her.

"'Lo Eavan," he said, still smiling and completely forgetting propriety and calling her by her first name though didn't seem to even notice he'd said so, "You look lovely this evening."


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Flustered as she was, Eva was beaming when she opened the door. "Give it time." She had never been very good at accepting compliments, why start now? For a girl who was always covered in dirt, or animal fur, or some kind of mess, she typically didn't look lovely. Even when she took the time to tidy up, she still didn't feel like it mattered much. That was neither here nor there however, as she ushered him into the house and toward the sitting kitchen itself.

She hadn't bothered to set the nice dining table they had, preferring the little kitchen table to it as she'd never actually eaten a real meal at the other one. It felt kind of formal and stuffy- two things she was decidedly not, so she had a little vase filled with wildflowers and some wine on the little round table in the kitchen instead. Much more intimate and casual. Better. Plus she could keep an eye on the dinner as it finished up and not have to run back and forth.

"Wine?" She was already distracted, wondering how she was going to save the soda bread at this point and wondering if she could scrape something else together. Both were unlikely, but what on earth were they going to do for dessert? Mrs. Sweeney had to have something hiding somewhere. "Sorry, I've never cooked like this before, I'm all over the place." She smiled sheepishly as she moved to pour them each a glass of wine. Maybe it would help her slow down.



“It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope.”

deep quote code by Soph ♥
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Fletcher chuckled in response, taking note that she perhaps wasn't as composed as he'd thought her to be. Regardless of her inner turmoil, she did look lovely and he was quite glad to be there. He allowed himself to be guided into the quaint kitchen with the little table set up within, barely enough room for the two of them from the looks of it. It caused his smile to widen. It was far more intimate and personal than a larger more formal dining table. He found himself quite glad for it and happily accepted the glass of wine as she finished pouring it.

"You don't have to go all out on account of me," he said with a grin before raising his glass to hers, "But here's to the first of many." A small clink of the glasses was all that was needed before he took a small sip of his wine then set it to the table and looked around. "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, ready to lend a hand wherever it may be needed. He had spent just over a decade as a bachelor in his own home so he liked to think he at least knew his way around a kitchen somewhat.


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Eva merely shrugged and raised her glass to his before taking a sip. Looking around the kitchen she realized she didn't really have an answer to his question. "Honestly, I don't know." With everything in the oven and the soda bread unlikely salvageable, Eva really didn't know what else there was to do until dinner was done. Even then it would just be take it out of the oven and serve... or so she hoped!

"I was trying to make soda bread, but I think I've ruined it somehow. Guess we're not having dessert." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled sheepishly at him over her wine glass. The dough she'd managed to come up with was not what she remembered it to be, so unless Mrs. Sweeney had thought ahead and hidden something in the ice box, they were likely to be raiding the cookie jar for an after dinner sweet.

There was no point in dwelling on her failed soda bread- had she been on top of her game, she would have made it ahead of time at least once so she knew how to do it, but had wanted it fresh from the oven and so hadn't thought about practicing. "How was your day?" She asked- and suddenly realized that this could become a regular occurrence, if things progressed naturally; dinner in the oven, a glass of wine, asking about his day. Eva found it surprisingly appealing, though she had never envisioned it before.



“It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope.”

deep quote code by Soph ♥


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