[ david watches the little hints of evan's anger — the door, the cleaver — with the tired resignation of someone who's used to it. evan knows, and is likely pissed off by the fact, that david isn't scared of him anymore. hasn't been for a long time. the fear of death hasn't quite left him, especially not in trials where that shit's all turned up, and sure, evan can give that. can surprise him, make him panic if things align right, but he, himself, isn't particularly scary to david. not even enough to make him flinch at the way he slams his cleaver down. ]
Rough trial.
[ but hey, he survived. just barely, dragging sable along with him like a wet cat, but he did. ]
[ who cares about that though, evan's seen him looking like this and worse a million times over. ]
Everyone except you's bad taste are they? Because that's all you seemed to give a shit about.
[ which is both funny and kind of insulting to david, the idea that he'd be fucking any other killers. as if this isn't something almost unthinkable to him. as if he hasn't walked through the woods sick to his stomach with the knowledge he was sleeping in this fucking place while evan was off sacrificing people he cares about. ]
[ he curls his hands into fists in his lap, suddenly unsure of why he felt the need to come out here. why he keeps doing this. but he's here now, othing to do about it but see yet another bad decision through. ]
no subject
Rough trial.
[ but hey, he survived. just barely, dragging sable along with him like a wet cat, but he did. ]
[ who cares about that though, evan's seen him looking like this and worse a million times over. ]
Everyone except you's bad taste are they? Because that's all you seemed to give a shit about.
[ which is both funny and kind of insulting to david, the idea that he'd be fucking any other killers. as if this isn't something almost unthinkable to him. as if he hasn't walked through the woods sick to his stomach with the knowledge he was sleeping in this fucking place while evan was off sacrificing people he cares about. ]
[ he curls his hands into fists in his lap, suddenly unsure of why he felt the need to come out here. why he keeps doing this. but he's here now, othing to do about it but see yet another bad decision through. ]