xxxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
xxxxxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #ffc300
“I have no doubt,” Evelyn murmured, however, it appeared Eve lost interest looking elsewhere entirely.
She turned back to Evelyn with a taunting smile on her face. “If we were allies I'd offer to show you your destiny.” Eve went as far as to hold her hand out. Evelyn narrowed her eyes. She didn't believe in destiny; she was a ruler of it. “But I don't think we are.” Eve took her hand away quickly and walked away.
Tempting people by revealing their destiny was a big move and many would be tempted by the proposition. Evelyn wasn't one of them but it did show the daughter of Hera had many plans and tricks up her sleeve to get what she wanted. For instance, her crocodile tears in front of the son of Aphrodite. Evelyn watched the show with interest as she gravitated towards another devil the camp held. Wes barged pass Eve, and that was the epic conclusion.
Evelyn turned her attention to Sylas. She put a hand on his arm carefully, prompting him to stay seated in the hall as she sat next to him. In turn, hopefully, it allowed Sloane to escape from him for a little longer. “Sylas, I thought your question was surprisingly insightful.” Of course she wasn't there to play a groupie of his, but with such an uninteresting comment and appearing kind to him, no one would want to eavesdrop or hang around. And somehow she trusted Sylas was smart enough to know that too. Or not. He seemed to have a self-esteem issue being far too much esteem.
“You might want to tell your future wife to be more patient and ease off the poisonous tactics in Mount Olympus.” Evelyn threw her thumb back to the door, to Eve. “I know you're not an angel yourself nor run a 'being evil 101' course. It's just an idea.” The matter was Alex deserved the trial and the sentence had to be pure and uninterrupted. And Eve's foul play in Olympus would likely have Eve punished or cast out back to camp alone making her either more spiteful than ever or give her opportunity to tamper with belongings and the food supply in camp.
But what did Sylas get out of it? She couldn't think of anything but a friend with benefit. Maybe she could appeal to his ego. “Let's say she dies, where does your source of entertainment go?” Entertainment covering: chaos starter, eye candy, spectacle and potential friend for him. “And say she gets sent back to camp, she'll probably do some serious snooping, including on you. She could potentially poison the water or food and even you have to eat.” Evelyn looked him over for a moment trying to determine how her words were sitting with him presently. After all, Eve may have sounded like an asset, but she wasn't one to take a gamble on or rely on.
“Besides,” Evelyn leaned closer to Sylas, prepared to tell him the most important point by his ear. “I don't think a son of Eris needs help to create chaos.” Evelyn drew back to catch Sylas's eyes again. Her belief was true, a child of Eris could cause disorder all on their own with the right execution.
Evelyn took his hand and stood up as if he assured her balance, aiding his gentlemanly appearance while Zeus remained in the hall then smoothed down her clothes. “Thank you for your time. I'll see you at the trial.”
Every reaction from Sylas helped Evelyn gain a little more scope of him, assuring even if he didn't talk to Eve or she didn't listen, it wasn't a waste. Nothing Evelyn did was a waste, she never left it to chance.
Evelyn was intending to leave the hall before Ajax approached her. She knew it before he said anything, another task. "Evelyn, do you have a moment? I really... I really need your help again. I'm sorry that I'm putting this on you, but I have no one else right now I can turn to. Please."
She noticed he was getting quite upset and it was hard not to gape at. Demigods felt emotions too and he seemed the kind to suppress until he finally crumbled but in front of her - they who barely said hello in passing. “Ajax, you can do me a favor first. Take this conversation elsewhere.” She didn't mean in company, she simply wanted to relocate whatever delicate conversation they were going to have. “You have eyes that look up to you and eyes that are hungry for your demise,” she told him lowly. Although the information probably wasn't new to him, instead it served as a reminder. The wretched didn't need more ammunition against him.
Once they were out of earshot by a wall, so as to prevent any surprises, she crossed her arms. “What would you like help with? And just to clarify, you are aware I'm not a genie, right?” Evelyn couldn't make his every wish come true every time just because he said please. She was, however, willing to hear him out since he was so upset.