[ he was expecting it, actually. that david had burned out enough energy to relax, at least for a few minutes, so evan could get up and get ready for a fight and cut him loose without instantly dealing with a fist to the jaw.
but apparently that's not the case, because david's trying to get away almost immediately. evan growls against his neck but gives way, pushing back, letting him go and pulling out less considerately than he might have otherwise. he's ready for a kick if one comes, at least to catch it if not return the hit. ]
Stop.
[ one word, half a growl, half a command. he climbs off the bed ideally before a heel hits him to get his waders, pulling them back on first, notably before even considering untying david. ]
[ the fury from before comes crashing back in at full force, no care at all for the aches across his body or the way his legs are weak from all that as he pushes himself up onto his knees, shifts to get off the bed and follow evan. really only angrier for the fact that he decided to get dressed before anything. ]
[ evan gives david a long, flat stare at that comment, but doesn't respond. not right away. he finishes pulling the waders back on and considers getting his boots back on, too, before he bothers with david. but david's already aiming to get off the bed and he's got half a mind to let him and watch him slam into the floor when his legs give out. if they give out.
after a few seconds he approaches again, gets david by the upper arm and shoves him back around before he can get off. the idea of leaving him tied up only briefly occurs to him, but that'll just make his life more irritating. with one hand he keeps david at least partly in place - not that it'll help if david starts to swing - and with the other he works the knot free.
and that's all he does, because he knows what's coming next and backs off. david can unwind the ropes himself. even in the dim lighting, evan can see the ropeburns and bruises-to-be around his arms. the signs of a furious struggle. ]
[ he's almost about ready to just leave, fuck it, walk back naked and tied up. he's sure that would demand an explanation, but he doesn't owe one to anybody. ]
[ small blessings at least, evan does at least deign to untie him, how kind. david grunts at the pull, but he stays still long enough for him to undo the knot and immediately starts pulling himself free, sharp hisses when the ropes pull against raw skin, and throws it down on the ground as soon as he can. ]
[ maybe a fight is expected, but david's not interested in that, he's furious but this was a waste of his fucking time and he just wants to leave. no care even to try and hide the way his legs are obviously weak and tired as he looks for where his pants ended up, or the way he swears he can feel the bruises on his thigh every time he puts his weight on that leg. ]
[ it's not easy to find his clothes in the dark, but david does. can really feel the pain in his shoulders and a little too in his back when he reaches down to snatch them up off the floor, but he's single-minded in pulling his clothes and his shoes back on and heading back out to the workshop where he left his shirt. moving around like evan's not even here for him to be aware of. ]
[ no fight comes. no swing at him, no kick, nothing.
evan pulls his boots back on without taking his eyes off david and notes the way that even with the little trembles of weakness, there's no faltering. he gets his clothes and drags them back on with barely-restrained violence, and without a word. evan doesn't interrupt him as he reaches for his mask, but doesn't pull it back on yet.
if he was yelling, fighting, throwing a fit, that would be normal. understandable. but the absolute silence and refusal to even try and attack him makes evan's formerly-banished thoughts come floating back to the surface. he knows rage in all its forms, and knows that someone prone to explosion is twice as deadly when they've gone quiet like this. it's something he does. seeing it in david is new.
he lets him leave without a word or trying to drag him back. he doesn't even follow him into the workshop right away, instead picking up the rope from where it fell and coiling it back up.
he's not prone to doubt or uncertainties all that often, but as he heads back into the light of the workshop, he wonders whether there's lines he should be aware of.
[ it's a relief that evan doesn't follow him into the workshop, means that when he stumbles turning to walk toward the workbenches nobody is there to see it. not that it stops david until he gets to the one he left his clothes on. picks up his shirt but he doesn't put it on straight away, just leans against the table for a minute to catch his breath. ]
[ he doesn't know why he's not fighting. he should want to. should be grabbing the nearest heavy object to smash it into evan's face for this shit, but that's not where his anger has settled. not unfamiliar, but it's been a long time since anyone pissed him off enough that his instinct is to just leave like they're not even worth the effort. ]
[ why evan is able to have that effect on him, david isn't going to think about. ]
[ from his vantage point in the doorway, evan watches david lean against the table. still no violence. no attempt to take out the rage on the workshop, the way evan usually does when he's angry and has no other target. of course, that would send evan over the edge, so maybe it's for the best if david doesn't do it.
he could say something, ask a question, snap at him, but he doesn't. he sets down the rope where it was before, shuts the door most of the way, feels the inevitable tug of the entity in his mind, whispering in words he's learned to understand by now. they finished just in time.
but he still has to wonder about the reaction he got. reactions, more like. the clear and present want clashing with the barely-controllable rage. it's not a situation he, personally, could ever imagine; his whole life has been mostly just the anger.
he gives david a few more long silent seconds before the pull gets too strong, and he turns toward the darkness at the very back of the workshop and lets it take him. he can always figure this shit out later. ]
[ it takes some time for david to realise evan's gone, and something about that pisses him off even more. he was expecting evan to be a dickhead in one way or another — gloat about getting him down, snap at him for having an attitude after all that — but getting nothing feels like such an insult on top of everything that david could actually scream. he feels like he's going crazy, but really how is that different to any other day out here. ]
[ evan getting called off to trial means david has some time to rest up properly at least. he's desperately tired, but he'd rather stuff himself in that furnace than sleep here right now. ]
[ david takes his time, but unless evan has a freakishly quick trial he'll be gone by the time he's back. the workshop gets left as it was, but there's definitely a few smashed up traps — admittedly though, that's a case of david losing his temper at having to deal with them at all than it is specifically about getting back at evan. (not that he'll know it.) one even seems to get thrown a decent distance, blood on the teeth meaning david didn't come away from that one unscathed. ]
[ maybe he should just stop coming out here. stop talking to evan. stop all of this if he's just gonna keep coming away from it feeling like a lunatic. it's not like this is the only thing that's got under his skin, because ultimately theres a decent number of things that he doesn't like about the way whatever this situation is makes him feel. this is just the biggest one. ]
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but apparently that's not the case, because david's trying to get away almost immediately. evan growls against his neck but gives way, pushing back, letting him go and pulling out less considerately than he might have otherwise. he's ready for a kick if one comes, at least to catch it if not return the hit. ]
Stop.
[ one word, half a growl, half a command. he climbs off the bed ideally before a heel hits him to get his waders, pulling them back on first, notably before even considering untying david. ]
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[ the fury from before comes crashing back in at full force, no care at all for the aches across his body or the way his legs are weak from all that as he pushes himself up onto his knees, shifts to get off the bed and follow evan. really only angrier for the fact that he decided to get dressed before anything. ]
Untie me.
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after a few seconds he approaches again, gets david by the upper arm and shoves him back around before he can get off. the idea of leaving him tied up only briefly occurs to him, but that'll just make his life more irritating. with one hand he keeps david at least partly in place - not that it'll help if david starts to swing - and with the other he works the knot free.
and that's all he does, because he knows what's coming next and backs off. david can unwind the ropes himself. even in the dim lighting, evan can see the ropeburns and bruises-to-be around his arms. the signs of a furious struggle. ]
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[ small blessings at least, evan does at least deign to untie him, how kind. david grunts at the pull, but he stays still long enough for him to undo the knot and immediately starts pulling himself free, sharp hisses when the ropes pull against raw skin, and throws it down on the ground as soon as he can. ]
[ maybe a fight is expected, but david's not interested in that, he's furious but this was a waste of his fucking time and he just wants to leave. no care even to try and hide the way his legs are obviously weak and tired as he looks for where his pants ended up, or the way he swears he can feel the bruises on his thigh every time he puts his weight on that leg. ]
[ it's not easy to find his clothes in the dark, but david does. can really feel the pain in his shoulders and a little too in his back when he reaches down to snatch them up off the floor, but he's single-minded in pulling his clothes and his shoes back on and heading back out to the workshop where he left his shirt. moving around like evan's not even here for him to be aware of. ]
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evan pulls his boots back on without taking his eyes off david and notes the way that even with the little trembles of weakness, there's no faltering. he gets his clothes and drags them back on with barely-restrained violence, and without a word. evan doesn't interrupt him as he reaches for his mask, but doesn't pull it back on yet.
if he was yelling, fighting, throwing a fit, that would be normal. understandable. but the absolute silence and refusal to even try and attack him makes evan's formerly-banished thoughts come floating back to the surface. he knows rage in all its forms, and knows that someone prone to explosion is twice as deadly when they've gone quiet like this. it's something he does. seeing it in david is new.
he lets him leave without a word or trying to drag him back. he doesn't even follow him into the workshop right away, instead picking up the rope from where it fell and coiling it back up.
he's not prone to doubt or uncertainties all that often, but as he heads back into the light of the workshop, he wonders whether there's lines he should be aware of.
even if that would be stupid. ]
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[ he doesn't know why he's not fighting. he should want to. should be grabbing the nearest heavy object to smash it into evan's face for this shit, but that's not where his anger has settled. not unfamiliar, but it's been a long time since anyone pissed him off enough that his instinct is to just leave like they're not even worth the effort. ]
[ why evan is able to have that effect on him, david isn't going to think about. ]
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he could say something, ask a question, snap at him, but he doesn't. he sets down the rope where it was before, shuts the door most of the way, feels the inevitable tug of the entity in his mind, whispering in words he's learned to understand by now. they finished just in time.
but he still has to wonder about the reaction he got. reactions, more like. the clear and present want clashing with the barely-controllable rage. it's not a situation he, personally, could ever imagine; his whole life has been mostly just the anger.
he gives david a few more long silent seconds before the pull gets too strong, and he turns toward the darkness at the very back of the workshop and lets it take him. he can always figure this shit out later. ]
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[ evan getting called off to trial means david has some time to rest up properly at least. he's desperately tired, but he'd rather stuff himself in that furnace than sleep here right now. ]
[ david takes his time, but unless evan has a freakishly quick trial he'll be gone by the time he's back. the workshop gets left as it was, but there's definitely a few smashed up traps — admittedly though, that's a case of david losing his temper at having to deal with them at all than it is specifically about getting back at evan. (not that he'll know it.) one even seems to get thrown a decent distance, blood on the teeth meaning david didn't come away from that one unscathed. ]
[ maybe he should just stop coming out here. stop talking to evan. stop all of this if he's just gonna keep coming away from it feeling like a lunatic. it's not like this is the only thing that's got under his skin, because ultimately theres a decent number of things that he doesn't like about the way whatever this situation is makes him feel. this is just the biggest one. ]