[ there's a difference evan can sense, but not enough for him to be able to pinpoint what it is. all he knows is that david's here, fucking around when he shouldn't be. when he said he wasn't going to.
evan puts a foot on the threshold, nearly crossing it. nearly getting into the space. the door might not lock, but there's ways to block it, and the traps in the long mine shaft leading up to it are reset - he saw to that on the way down. ]
It matters to me.
[ the light from the forge makes odd shadows in the workshop, and on his mask. on david, too, making the anger look warped and distorted on his face. it glints off the screwdriver, but not the machete, which is still in the shadows of the hall. ]
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evan puts a foot on the threshold, nearly crossing it. nearly getting into the space. the door might not lock, but there's ways to block it, and the traps in the long mine shaft leading up to it are reset - he saw to that on the way down. ]
It matters to me.
[ the light from the forge makes odd shadows in the workshop, and on his mask. on david, too, making the anger look warped and distorted on his face. it glints off the screwdriver, but not the machete, which is still in the shadows of the hall. ]
Why the fuck are you here.