[ the excuse, the little story, isn't necessary. they could just go at it. he could have just walked over and started. david probably wouldn't have complained. it shouldn't matter. none of it should.
but it's there, anyway, and so's david. not pissed off. not running. not fighting. not anything but there. thoughts and impulses clash, but in the end - as usual - the impulses win out. he can think later, if he does at all.
evan shifts his grip a little, pushes david's head back a little more, and with his free hand reaches up to pull his mask up just enough that he can lean in and bite at that exposed throat. to leave another mark that'll fade into a bruise and then vanish. despite the slow approach, the lack of vitriol in anything they've done so far, it's an abrupt move, and fierce, and while it won't draw blood or hurt in a way that ruins things it's clearly pulling from something evan isn't really thinking about.
his hand drops from his mask to the front of david's shirt and bunches it into a fist, like he's ready to rip it right off him. ]
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but it's there, anyway, and so's david. not pissed off. not running. not fighting. not anything but there. thoughts and impulses clash, but in the end - as usual - the impulses win out. he can think later, if he does at all.
evan shifts his grip a little, pushes david's head back a little more, and with his free hand reaches up to pull his mask up just enough that he can lean in and bite at that exposed throat. to leave another mark that'll fade into a bruise and then vanish. despite the slow approach, the lack of vitriol in anything they've done so far, it's an abrupt move, and fierce, and while it won't draw blood or hurt in a way that ruins things it's clearly pulling from something evan isn't really thinking about.
his hand drops from his mask to the front of david's shirt and bunches it into a fist, like he's ready to rip it right off him. ]