<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><br/>It'd been just over a year since she'd married Jason and took him the catalog of homes that they could pick from. It'd been freeing to meet him, to finally have another person beyond her father who would accept her oddities and abilities. No one else she'd ever met - and that was saying a lot - liked spending time alone with themselves as much as Elena did, and comfort was often found in having a Sister around when things were rough. But for the first time, she'd also found someone <em>else</em> that eased any stress or worry she may be experiencing. It was something she cherished, and she hadn't hesitated to share with him everything she could <em>do</em> just as soon as she had began to trust him. Honesty was important to her - to a degree - and so it'd always made sense to speak openly. <br/><br/>Things had been good, too. Keeping up with household stuff was a breeze, and money was a non-issue. It was also nice that Jason made sure the bills got paid on time, whereas Elena had not been quite as able to keep track of it. Gone were the piles of mail she found an absolute bore to read - and truly, to her, it seemed like everyone in the world was only worried but money. Everyone but her, and Jason. Even her father stressed out over imaginary shortages for no reason. Elena had seen the math and spoke candidly with him on more than one occasion; it was just a simple fact of how her father stayed as motivated as he was. She'd inherited that to a far less degree, and once she Evolved things changed drastically for her, as well.  Normally, Elena would be cooking dinner at about this time, but instead she was still outside in the garden of their private home.<br/><br/>Elena hadn't wanted to live out in the middle of the woods - but she had demanded land, with room for animals and plenty of privacy to prevent anyone from seeing that there were multiple of her moving about her house. So just as the warm day was cooling off, the sun only available for an hour or so more, Elena tended to the herbs while one of her clones walked dutifully around the yard with earbuds in, each bundle of weeds ripped free from the Earth with soiled, tough gloves. She was dressed simply, with her hair up in a pigtail and nearly no makeup at all save lipstick. A skirt ran under her legs as she rested contently on her knees in the grass, the flower - print blouse so fine a material it was slightly sheer, revealing the camisole she wore beneath. Checking the silver watch upon her wrist, she let out the softest of sighs, the spade in her hand being stabbed into the nutrious soil for safe keeping.<br/><br/>Jason would be home soon, and though it'd taken her all day to come to terms with it, they had something to talk about. Elena, for as good as she was, also was unique, and with that attribute came some side effects. Some Elena hadn't even thought of before they'd gotten married, though now she felt absolutely foolish for not contemplating the impact of her <em>Sisters</em> on <em>things</em>. From the duplicate in the kitchen she was alerted to his arrival, and it quietly stopped doing the dishes. Slowly it closed the dishwasher, and retreated through the house into the back yard, where Elena herself absorbed them. Likewise, the one weeding rejoined her, as well. That left just Elena herself at the house, as she figured it should be.<br/><br/>Burdened by what felt like a year plus worth of guilt, she stood, stripping off her gardening gloves and draping them over the barbecue grill on her way past, the flats on her feet quiet atop the well cared floor of their deck, and with the backdoor all ready open, all that was left for her to do was step inside and slide it shut. Immediately goosebumps broke out over her skin as the a/c made itself apparent, and with a shiver she proceeded through the halls to the thermostat, where she turned the temperature up just a bit. After all, it would be night somewhat soon, and she figured it would cool down dramatically. It was there she toed out of her shoes, which left her in just mismatched Adventure Time socks, which had a hard time keeping good traction on the hardwood floors. But she was practiced, so there was no sliding without that being her intention.<br/><br/>Standing there for the briefest moment to prepare herself, she finally called out to him as her feet led her into the living room. "Hey honey," came her sweet voice, "Can I talk to you?" Now she was in front of the couch, her butt pressed up against the arm of it, so that all she had to do was stand on tip-toes to effectively sit. Despite her current feelings - truly, a cornucopia of <em>bleh</em> - she didn't show it much beyond not wearing her normal smile. She just looked calm, and perhaps a bit serious.</span></span>