<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Evie's eyes slid over to Maeve while she stood there, trapped in Benjamin's painful looking grip. Though the girl met Evie's gaze, the look in her eyes almost surprised Evie. She could tell that Maeve didn't want her causing trouble, but if the mint-haired girl thought that Evie was going to just lie down and take whatever these guys had coming, she was dead wrong. But for now, she zipped her lips and followed Maeve's gaze towards the third girl. Any hope that the friends had of this girl coming to their aid vanished as she scoffed, seemingly disgusted, and spun towards the house. She started off in that direction, and Evie shot another glance towards Maeve and Benjamin.<br/>
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He'd released her at this point, though he still stood too close for even Evie's comfort. The other man, the one close to her, spoke again, inviting them inside. As though they were there for tea and cookies. Scowling, she jerked away from his extended arm, but started towards the house just as Trinity had. Unfortunately, Atlas didn't stray too far from her, not even as they ascended the steps into the house. He opened the door, and she fixed him with a look of pure hatred that she allowed to remain for a few seconds before stepping inside. The house was as beautiful inside as it was out, and clearly well maintained. But given the circumstances that had brought her here, she couldn't find it within herself to be appreciative.<br/>
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She stepped to the side so that the others could enter as well, crossing her arms over her chest. At least the house was warm. Trying not to be obvious about it, her eyes searched the entryway, looking for anything that would prevent her from running later. She didn't plan on leaving Maeve behind, either, so whatever plan they came up with needed to include both of them. Hearing the door shut, she realized everyone was inside, and her heart started to pound. Now that they were in the house with them, a heavy feeling had settled in her gut. Fear? Anxiety? Anger? Taking a few steps backwards, her eyes landed on Atlas. "Leave me alone."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">---</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">Benjamin couldn't help but feel excited at the way Maeve had back-talked him. She would come to find that he would allow the playful banter, because to him, it was alot of fun. Now there would be a line, of course, and she would know if she surpassed it. One way or another, she would know. He always felt as though he were the more relaxed brother, though there were times he could be uptight. Perhaps it stemmed from being younger; he had less of the world on his shoulders. "Feel free to make it count." He threw Maeve's words back at her, missing the look on her face as he'd shifted his attention from her to Trinity. His sister was obviously upset, but really, for what reason?<br/>
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She spun and stalked back into the house, not bothering to leave the door open for them. He chuckled as he started towards the house, turning back to ensure that Maeve would follow. "Don't make me throw you over my shoulder and carry you." He warned, his tone light, still easygoing. "Besides, if you try to run, these woods stretch for miles. You'll probably freeze and not even make it to morning. And then, with you gone, Atlas and I would have to share Evangeline." He outright laughed at that. Of course, that wasn't how it worked- the decision to share lay completely on the brother. For example, if Atlas wanted to share, he would. Same with Benjamin. But neither brother was allowed for force themselves on the other brothers girl.<br/>
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Benjamin walked slowly towards the stairs and the front door, waiting for Maeve before entering. As the last person in, he shut the door and flipped the top lock, turning to face everyone else. There were definitely security measures to keep the girls in the house; some mild, some not so mild. But they could get into all of that later. Grinning widely, Benjamin clasped his hands together and moved to rest his hands on Maeve's shoulders. Looking to Atlas, he gave his brother a slight nod. "It's been real, brother. I think for now, Maeve and I shall retire to my quarters. Shower, rest for a little bit. And then we can meet up for dinner?" </span></span>