@wherestoriescomefrom I blame this one on you, because your Eurus is just as lovely as your Jim.
Eurus carefully bit back a sigh, leaning her cheek on her fist as she flicked her eyes over the woman sitting across from her. What did her brother dear see in her? It had only taken fifteen seconds to deduce everything worth knowing about her, and she was dull, dull, duuuullll.
“Ugh, I seriously just want to take a cricket bat to their kneecaps.”
Oh. Oh! Well, this was … this was fascinating.
Jim had been right about her. He would be sooo smug. Good thing he was dead.
Molly seemed to realize what she’d said and turned a bright red, stammering an apologetic, half-hearted denial.
“No, no, I quite agree,” Eurus said with a wave of her hand.
Her eyes flickered minutely as she wound back through the conversation she had mostly tuned out. They had been talking about cats (obvious choice, given the sheen of cat hair covering her disgusting jumper), but Molly had somehow devolved into a delightfully vicious rant about … vegans who tried to feed their pet carnivores a vegetarian diet.
Molly shuffled uncertainly, twirling her coffee cup between her hands. “Some people make eugenics look like a good idea,” she mumbled with an uncertain smile and a little flick of her eyes in Eurus’ direction.
Oh, I like you. The thought struck Eurus like a lightening bolt, temporarily seizing up every muscle. The next two flashed through her just as quickly, and with no less of an impact.
I wanna do things to you.
I wanna do things for you.
Well. Now that was interesting. Jim hadn’t warned her about that.
Lovely, lovely Jim. Leaving her with all these delightful surprises. No wonder he’d gone and offed himself.
Eurus’ mouth stretched into the unfamiliar shape of a genuine smile as she sipped her coffee, half-listening while she pondered…
What could she do for Molly Hooper?