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He is a thing unlocked, unfettered, and he can feel his tattered moth wings tearing free of their pins and leaving only the imprint of himself behind.
He is Icarus with wings of swan feathers, who chose to fly into the sun because it looked like a pretty boy.
There is something wrong with him and the way he constantly wants to put the whole garden in his mouth and swallow.
He came out here for answers about Carrington and instead he’s turning over stones and finding only worms and rot the deeper he digs into the confusing mess that is the Lennox-Hall family.
“Once the garden has a taste, it wants the rest. It wants you back. Do you understand?” And suddenly Evander can hear Carrington’s wet rasp again. the garden wants you back
He is just a boy who was once buried alive on an estate full of monsters. And he doesn’t know what else about him is real.
“I still do. And that’s why I’m not leaving.” He hesitates and then his voice comes rough and fierce. “I’m not leaving Hazelthorn because I’m not leaving you.”
The garden wasn’t like that until they started feeding it blood. They made it a monster.
Feed me Seymour!!!
Evander is breathless as he follows, but doesn’t know what scares him more: Wondering if the garden has sunk hooks so deep inside him that it’s made him monstrous. Or if it didn’t force him at all.
“There is nothing else to me but the hollow spaces I’ve carved out for you. I knew I’d cut myself to pieces on you if we ever had the chance to touch, but I wanted to.” His voice unravels, massacred on yearning. “Let me ruin myself on you.”
“I never tried to sacrifice you, because I was sacrificing me.” Each word shatters as it hits the ground. “I asked the garden for you. Then I dug you up.”
