Donald sighed, never ready to give up on her. She was unique, in her own little ways, and he liked that. Sure, it made the struggle for control more challenging, but he always did love a good challenge. The way she looked at him, though.. she looked dead to the world, completely unhappy. It wasn't a fire he saw in her, it was a lost girl, not quite sure what to do with herself. He had a feeling that she had a lot of issues with her dad, assuming she wasn't lying about the bad words he had flung over at her.

When she got close to him, his heart raced slightly and he waited silently as she spoke. That was right, they would be moving in with him and his brothers. Naturally, that would be a burden unto him, if he could not make her submit enough to live in the same house, let alone same room as him. But as she walked away, he felt a remorse for her. She had looked at his brother Lance with such a somber expression, it could have broken his mostly cold heart into pieces, but he refused to let himself pity her. She needed to get over her brother, who happened to be clearly infatuated with the most beautiful of the sisters.

He decided to follow Eve into the house, letting her lead the way. It was getting dark outside and the air had a chill to it, despite the nice weather they had been having. Or maybe it was simply his heart as it reformed into its icy hollowness that it often assumed around others. He had learned to desensitize himself around people so he could get the most out of watching other people deal with emotions. But Evangeline had emotions he knew all too well. He wanted to feel sorry for her, but he couldn't make himself feel more than a little pity. He enjoyed seeing her in pain as she realized his brother was falling in love with his soon to be betrothed.

He cracked the knuckles of his hands in a quick movement before taking the flask from his pocket and taking another swig of his liquor. Alcohol always calmed his nerves; albeit, not more than music, but nevertheless, it worked. He took another long swig before recapping it and entering the room where others could see him again. Casually slipping the flask back into his pocket, he put on a polite smiles and nodded to the other members of the conjoint family hood.

{ If only he were real, eh? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, ladies, but he isn't. }